City Hot
I'm bout to make my whole city hot
I'm from the burbs but you know I still rep my block
They put that bread on my head put that on my watch
I had to get on my grind to get out the spot
My girl ain't boogie she just upper echelon
I went to eat out I bought the whole restaurant
And she a saint like all she wear is Saint Laurent
They don't know nothin bout me but they say a lot
Is it me
Is it you
Is it lies
Is it truth
Can you find it
Is it proof
Why you lyin
In the booth
Is it me
Is it you
Is it lies
Is it truth
Can you find it
Is it proof
Why you lyin
In the booth
We ain't that deep but you know I still rep my squad
Thought I'm on Netflix the way I be on my block
Everything natural she looking butter scotch
I'm in the cut but I'm still at the littlest spot
I'm in the game like they callin me Ricky Fox
Told em get off of me like they was sticky stocks
And I'm with Jimmy he came with the blicky glock
Just in case we gotta deal with a silly opp
(Get back)
If you wanna run I'm sure you get milly rocked
All them bruises on you thought they was hicky spots
My wrist like
Your wrist like ticky tock
I'm gettin green like it's extra guac
Thought he was clean but he missed a spot
I don't got time is you down or not
Head in the clouds I'm an astronaut
I don't like math but I count a lot
If I'm in the club you get bounced a lot
But I don't even go to clubs a lot
Cause they be sweatin it be way to hot
I'm bout to make my whole city hot
I'm from the burbs but you know I still rep my block
They put that bread on my head put that on my watch
I had to get on my grind to get out the spot
My girl ain't boogie she just upper echelon
I went to eat out I bought the whole restaurant
And she a saint like all she wear is Saint Laurent
They don't know nothin bout me but they say a lot
Is it me
Is it you
Is it lies
Is it truth
Can you find it
Is it proof
Why you lyin
In the booth
Is it me
Is it you
Is it lies
Is it truth
Can you find it
Is it proof
Why you lyin
In the booth
I'm poppin off like they calling me popadock
But I ain't takin no L like I'm popadock
I gotta stay on top I got em on the clock
Know I don't call back I'm to busy callin shots
I move alone I don't need to be saw a lot
I never answer but they always call a lot
We move in silence we already saw the ops
Say it's your year you just wait on the ball to drop
Havin no money that ain't me
They be plottin on me they shady
I know they wanna replace me
Up so late that it's the morning
I'm bout to make my whole city hot
I'm from the burbs but you know I still rep my block
They put that bread on my head put that on my watch
I had to get on my grind to get out the spot
My girl ain't boogie she just upper echelon
I went to eat out I bought the whole restaurant
And she a saint like all she wear is Saint Laurent
They don't know nothin bout me but they say a lot
Is it me
Is it you
Is it lies
Is it truth
Can you find it
Is it proof
Why you lyin
In the booth
Is it me
Is it you
Is it lies
Is it truth
Can you find it
Is it proof
Why you lyin
In the booth
Up so late that it's the mornin
Up so late that it's the mornin
Up so late that it's the mornin
Up so late that it's the mornin
I'm from the burbs but you know I still rep my block
They put that bread on my head put that on my watch
I had to get on my grind to get out the spot
My girl ain't boogie she just upper echelon
I went to eat out I bought the whole restaurant
And she a saint like all she wear is Saint Laurent
They don't know nothin bout me but they say a lot
Is it me
Is it you
Is it lies
Is it truth
Can you find it
Is it proof
Why you lyin
In the booth
Is it me
Is it you
Is it lies
Is it truth
Can you find it
Is it proof
Why you lyin
In the booth
We ain't that deep but you know I still rep my squad
Thought I'm on Netflix the way I be on my block
Everything natural she looking butter scotch
I'm in the cut but I'm still at the littlest spot
I'm in the game like they callin me Ricky Fox
Told em get off of me like they was sticky stocks
And I'm with Jimmy he came with the blicky glock
Just in case we gotta deal with a silly opp
(Get back)
If you wanna run I'm sure you get milly rocked
All them bruises on you thought they was hicky spots
My wrist like
Your wrist like ticky tock
I'm gettin green like it's extra guac
Thought he was clean but he missed a spot
I don't got time is you down or not
Head in the clouds I'm an astronaut
I don't like math but I count a lot
If I'm in the club you get bounced a lot
But I don't even go to clubs a lot
Cause they be sweatin it be way to hot
I'm bout to make my whole city hot
I'm from the burbs but you know I still rep my block
They put that bread on my head put that on my watch
I had to get on my grind to get out the spot
My girl ain't boogie she just upper echelon
I went to eat out I bought the whole restaurant
And she a saint like all she wear is Saint Laurent
They don't know nothin bout me but they say a lot
Is it me
Is it you
Is it lies
Is it truth
Can you find it
Is it proof
Why you lyin
In the booth
Is it me
Is it you
Is it lies
Is it truth
Can you find it
Is it proof
Why you lyin
In the booth
I'm poppin off like they calling me popadock
But I ain't takin no L like I'm popadock
I gotta stay on top I got em on the clock
Know I don't call back I'm to busy callin shots
I move alone I don't need to be saw a lot
I never answer but they always call a lot
We move in silence we already saw the ops
Say it's your year you just wait on the ball to drop
Havin no money that ain't me
They be plottin on me they shady
I know they wanna replace me
Up so late that it's the morning
I'm bout to make my whole city hot
I'm from the burbs but you know I still rep my block
They put that bread on my head put that on my watch
I had to get on my grind to get out the spot
My girl ain't boogie she just upper echelon
I went to eat out I bought the whole restaurant
And she a saint like all she wear is Saint Laurent
They don't know nothin bout me but they say a lot
Is it me
Is it you
Is it lies
Is it truth
Can you find it
Is it proof
Why you lyin
In the booth
Is it me
Is it you
Is it lies
Is it truth
Can you find it
Is it proof
Why you lyin
In the booth
Up so late that it's the mornin
Up so late that it's the mornin
Up so late that it's the mornin
Up so late that it's the mornin
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Meadows
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