Skyzoo, Torae - Blue Yankee Fitted lyrics

Ha blood type is Yankee blue sky came
Jumped off the steps and made a coup
My refined lane bust out the
Left to play the loop
If you sideways come out your neck
Bring a noose
From the grey bottom era and one
Of just a select two
That never change what he wave
When all the rest do
My 16's is heron how y'all freeze tag
The city's starting to get heavy
In the Supreme bag bin was in the duffle
I lift that up a bundle
Fans is bamboo and they been
That on the humble
Youngin's get in the way trying
Divvy up the gold i Chris Paul the draw put
Clippers in the hole
New Yiddy in the room and they
Saw it from the deck
Half a pound watches, Walker Wear sweats
Logo of the city and double down on that line
In the top by default I
Don't count past five muhfucka

Blue Yankee fitted on daily
Think of a blue Yankee fitted
When you hear me you know the squad
Uh, and the city is on deck
Know when we be on the city gon' rep

They don't respect humble all niggas
See is the shine
So I design lines illuminating they mind
Greatest in modern time
They tell you different they lying
The cyclone, Nathan's, and me, vintage CI
SK is the 'Stuy, combine repping the K
Black jackets and ratchets is the new NWA
W is on my hoodie and double G is where I lay
Any attempt to threaten will
Force youngin to spray
All blatant no subliminal diss
So if there's other shots fired
I just empty the clip
How more hitting is this? I'm more sick
I'm more slick with the spit
I talk the panties drawers off of your bitch
I'm more awesome at wit
The pen bars hit the toilet and sit
The boy Tor' still author that shit
Grey bottoms hidden under the crown
So when you see them two letters
You know how that sound

From the trunks with spare tires on
The back of the door
The top down in the winter
Be attracting the law
I pull a Michael Michelle off
The hype of the rail
And tap dance on a loop like I was
Call me cash money brother
Addicts by the numbers
New York to death when
Y'all was rapping undercover
I never looked back on the town
Or where I've came from
The spokesman of the hustle that
You was raised on

Son so how the fuck niggas talking 'bout
They rep the city when they joint
Sound like Walk It Out?
I deliver the soundtrack to when
The hawk is out
Perfect backdrop for when they chalk you out
I've been off the route
March to the beat of the drum
And shoot dope into the needle
Till the speakers is numb uh
Place your bets on the vets the two man set
Barrel brothers, ain't nar' 'nother a threat