For My City
(It ain't pouring, but it's RXNEY)
(Aye, da kid G)
Yeah, Ohhh, Uh
God knows I want the Patek, but I can't get it
Lord knows I'm tryna put on for my city
Rubber on everytime that I hit it
You know your bitches ain't fucking with my bitches, Uh, Yeah
Just wait till pop out and flex on you niggas
They said that I be cold, yeah I'm cold like December
You niggas just like up on her post, I be in her
Plenty bitches on my line, I be thinking I'm a winner, Uh, Yeah
Just wait till I pop out, I hope that makes you mad at me
I got random niggas saying proud of me, Uh
R.I.P Grandpa, I know you looking down on me
Keep that silencer, I don't want no sound on me
I just popped out with a new bitch, she my new bae, Uh
I got shooters like it's 2K
Greenlight only, yeah we taking off your toupee
Before we get you, give you a warning, yeah that's 2 days
They ask me if I party, I tell them no, I'm tryna get my cash right
Aiming at your head with a laser and a flashlight
Fuck with me you gon' catch yourself another past life
You better act right (Ohhh, Uh)
God knows I want the Patek, but I can't get it
Lord knows I'm tryna put on for my city
Rubber on everytime that I hit it
You know your bitches ain't fucking with my bitches, Uh, Yeah
Just wait till pop out and flex on you niggas
They said that I be cold, yeah I'm cold like December
You niggas just like up on her post, I be in her
Plenty bitches on my line, I be thinking I'm a winner, Uh, Yeah
For protection keep the glock on my waist
Ion post what I do, 'cause they copy and they paste
Yeah my bitch got that ass, but she also got that face
Kill him dead in head, then we don't leave a trace
Shawty said she want some Birkin, told her I got her, you my bae
I'm the type to make your day shine even when it rain
Ain't no red lights, it's green, yeah you know we got that aim
I know you waiting 'til I pop out with this chain
Yeah my shawty really bad, but she also got that mentel
Right before fuck, baby let me get that dentel
Tell you everyday that to me you something special
You make my days good, even when my days be stressful (Ohhh, Uh)
God know I want the Patek, but I can't get it
Lord know I'm tryna put on for my city
Rubber on everytime that I hit it
You know your bitches ain't fucking with my bitches, Uh, Yeah
Just wait till pop out and flex on you niggas
They said that I be cold, yeah I'm cold like December
You niggas just like up on her post, I be in her
Plenty bitches on my line, I be thinking I'm a winner, Uh, Yeah
(Aye, da kid G)
Yeah, Ohhh, Uh
God knows I want the Patek, but I can't get it
Lord knows I'm tryna put on for my city
Rubber on everytime that I hit it
You know your bitches ain't fucking with my bitches, Uh, Yeah
Just wait till pop out and flex on you niggas
They said that I be cold, yeah I'm cold like December
You niggas just like up on her post, I be in her
Plenty bitches on my line, I be thinking I'm a winner, Uh, Yeah
Just wait till I pop out, I hope that makes you mad at me
I got random niggas saying proud of me, Uh
R.I.P Grandpa, I know you looking down on me
Keep that silencer, I don't want no sound on me
I just popped out with a new bitch, she my new bae, Uh
I got shooters like it's 2K
Greenlight only, yeah we taking off your toupee
Before we get you, give you a warning, yeah that's 2 days
They ask me if I party, I tell them no, I'm tryna get my cash right
Aiming at your head with a laser and a flashlight
Fuck with me you gon' catch yourself another past life
You better act right (Ohhh, Uh)
God knows I want the Patek, but I can't get it
Lord knows I'm tryna put on for my city
Rubber on everytime that I hit it
You know your bitches ain't fucking with my bitches, Uh, Yeah
Just wait till pop out and flex on you niggas
They said that I be cold, yeah I'm cold like December
You niggas just like up on her post, I be in her
Plenty bitches on my line, I be thinking I'm a winner, Uh, Yeah
For protection keep the glock on my waist
Ion post what I do, 'cause they copy and they paste
Yeah my bitch got that ass, but she also got that face
Kill him dead in head, then we don't leave a trace
Shawty said she want some Birkin, told her I got her, you my bae
I'm the type to make your day shine even when it rain
Ain't no red lights, it's green, yeah you know we got that aim
I know you waiting 'til I pop out with this chain
Yeah my shawty really bad, but she also got that mentel
Right before fuck, baby let me get that dentel
Tell you everyday that to me you something special
You make my days good, even when my days be stressful (Ohhh, Uh)
God know I want the Patek, but I can't get it
Lord know I'm tryna put on for my city
Rubber on everytime that I hit it
You know your bitches ain't fucking with my bitches, Uh, Yeah
Just wait till pop out and flex on you niggas
They said that I be cold, yeah I'm cold like December
You niggas just like up on her post, I be in her
Plenty bitches on my line, I be thinking I'm a winner, Uh, Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Mekhi Davis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.