NYC 2 Italy ft. Flaco G Lyrics

I came from the hood I made it

My bitch do not do no talking

Fuck this bitch she knew I'd make it

Now my bank gon do them statements

Say congratulations

Yeah, I gotta talk my shit

I hit this bitch and I got lit

I gotta talk my shit

When Kobe get out then it's lit

I just took this bitch from NYC to Milan, Italy

And I know they envy me

Cause them bitches feeling me

Yeah, I gotta talk my shit

I hit this bitch and I got lit

What?

I gotta talk my shit when I get rich

I'd make a change

Shorty gon shake it on my couch and Ima get her paid

On my life, yeah, we off it now

All my niggas stomp you out

Look what we gon do

Put in work and work until we taking over avenues

You've been hating on me, it's amazing

I ain't mad at you

Shorty, I ain't mad at you

Shorty feeling good off percs

Bro took a flight for work

I got high for days

Shorty telling me I'm great

I gotta run it up

Fucked off bread and fucked it up

Bae in love with us

Always trynna fuck with us

I don't love no thot

Nigga, I don't love no birds

Always on my line

Saying this that and the third

I came from the hood I made it

My bitch do not do no talking

Fuck this bitch she knew I'd make it

Now my bank gon do them statements

Say congratulations

Yeah, I gotta talk my shit

I hit this bitch and I got lit

I gotta talk my shit

When Kobe get out then it's lit

I just took this bitch from NYC to Milan, Italy

And I know they envy me

Cause them bitches feeling me

Yeah, I gotta talk my shit

I hit this bitch and I got lit

What?

Fai il baby montana in casa e fuori non è la stessa cosa

Ho gli eyes sotto lenti kazal

Trap party sono 20 a brasa

Le si tappa il naso di

Fuochi

Sembra che è arrivato il papa

E paga chi non ha più fondi infondo

Non ce li ha dati papà

Scendo le scale sto in pigiama a impicciare

Smoke the gas

Guarda il sorpasso ho il G pass

In panda no sul class

L'ho sciolto das

Poi condiviso con chi sussegue

Vita va via come in dissolvenza

Fermo al sto facendo benza versa

I came from the hood I made it

Non lascio mio bro mai a piedi

Guai nella sacoche fino a quel porsche sopra di lui mi vedi

Say congratulations

Milano, New York

Flaco, Rob and I got lit

Lit

I came from the hood I made it

My bitch do not do no talking

Fuck this bitch she knew I'd make it

Now my bank gon do them statements

Say congratulations

Yeah, I gotta talk my shit

I hit this bitch and I got lit

I gotta talk my shit

When Kobe get out then it's lit

I just took this bitch from NYC to Milan, Italy

And I know they envy me

Cause them bitches feeling me

Yeah, I gotta talk my shit

I hit this bitch and I got lit

What?