I'm In New York Witt It Lyrics - Kevin Gates

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates] 

I met a bitch from Mayagüez, now we Puerto Rico Gang 

My Ahkna saying he worried about me, but I got a lion, I don't got to kill 

Concrete jungle, heart of a tiger 

I got it from his, so go help out the bear 

I ate from the shoulders, I got a pair 

Kevin a soldier, fully prepared 

I'm in the Rover, I got that cash 

When it gets slow, I go in the stash 

Tell me it's on, then I'm on your ass 

You come at me wrong, I take out the trash 

Landlord, it ain't no discussion 

You thinking I'm bluffin', I'm doin' the dash 

Got me some money, recruited some dummies, know how to do nothin' but show up and crash 

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[Chorus: Setitoff83] 

It ain't no cap in my rap, I really sit in the trap 

I'm really servin' them packs, I'm really movin' like that 

It ain't no cap in my rap, young nigga run up them racks 

And no we don't fuck with no rats 

So why would we fuck with them cats? 

It ain't no cap in my rap, I really sit in the trap 

I'm really servin' them packs, I'm really movin' like that 

It ain't no cap in my rap, young nigga run up them racks 

And no we don't fuck with no rats 

So why would we fuck with them cats? 

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates] 

I met a bitch from Mayagüez, now we Puerto Rico Gang 

I said I'm arrogant as hell, but I can order up them things 

Yellow bitch, ass fat, black bitch, ass fatter 

Both them bitches bad, but the white bitch badder 

I asked the Lord to harden my hard, it was soft, and ended up turning it black 

It's up on my end, I'm droppin' a bag, you play with the kid, I'm catchin' a hat 

I meditated, then elevated to greatness, then I went got me a sack 

Straight out the hood, got me some class, selling them squares, controlling the trap 

[Chorus: Setitoff83] 

It ain't no cap in my rap, I really sit in the trap 

I'm really servin' them packs, I'm really movin' like that 

It ain't no cap in my rap, young nigga run up them racks 

And no we don't fuck with no rats 

So why would we fuck with them cats? 

It ain't no cap in my rap, I really sit in the trap 

I'm really servin' them packs, I'm really movin' like that 

It ain't no cap in my rap, young nigga run up them racks 

And no we don't fuck with no rats 

So why would we fuck with them cats? 

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates] 

He make 'em believe, they cut up with cutters, no raking the leaves after mowing the grass 

Made some mistakes, I was lame, but I got me some game, evolving and now I'm advanced 

Talking real slick on a hitter, in case you won't listen, ain't no one accepting the past 

Your bitch need to get out her feelings, won't take her to dinner, I got a lil' something to go grab 

Get in my business, get placed on restriction, won't give her no dick for a month and a half 

Neighborhood supplier, I [?], I'ma control it, it's on the way back 

Pullin' that dope while I pour in a soda, we smoking that odor, we blow in the air 

Kinda excited, she suckin' my dick while I'm driving, I'm blowin' the smoke in her hair 

Look I got a question- 

Not tryna come like off I'm thinking impaired 

Could you give a definitive reason of what you was meaning by