Blue Yankee Fitted Lyrics - The Barrel Brothers - Skyzoo

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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 

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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 C.I 

S.K. is the 'Stuy, combine repping the K 

Black jackets and ratchets is the new N.W.A 

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 

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 

Photos 

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