City Sh_t (feat. Jade Diamonds)
I'm going through the process
I know what's better for me, yea
Running through options
And it's like Compton
Boom, you know a nigga who shot ya
Fuck that nigga
I should've know not to trust that nigga
Huh yea, duck back nigga
Send you to a place
You can't come back
You don't want that wock
Buzzin my phone
This girl ain't got the message
Not my roni cut her off like Kenshin
Walk all these thotties you see how I'm stepping
G-shock on me like 2011
I could care less about what you professing
Need money right now I can't fuck with investments
Hate reacting to lames but it's tempting
You can get shawshanked no redemption
Huh
I'm making the grade boy who is you testing
For shame
Like what did you say bro I'm like porque
Huh, damn
You could end up in worldstar in 4k
I ride for my homies I do not play
I throw you off the deep-end
Like Foushee
Yea, huh
None of my shit faux
Fuck all these niggas I'm doing my slut walk
Smokey robison guitar with a eighth
Hitting them bricks versace my face
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Shoot by the time i say aye
Opposite lane I want opposite fame
Take a trip acid right to the face
Yea, that's me, grew up no father
I'm just like T walk with no bother
Nelly my feet, popping my collar
Walk in this bitch looking like jango
When I blow up wear the same clothes
She take it off when i say so, huh
That little bitch is a jane doe, huh
I know what's better for me, yea
Running through options
And it's like Compton
Boom, you know a nigga who shot ya
Fuck that nigga
I should've know not to trust that nigga
Huh yea, duck back nigga
Send you to a place
You can't come back
You don't want that wock
Buzzin my phone
This girl ain't got the message
Not my roni cut her off like Kenshin
Walk all these thotties you see how I'm stepping
G-shock on me like 2011
I could care less about what you professing
Need money right now I can't fuck with investments
Hate reacting to lames but it's tempting
You can get shawshanked no redemption
Huh
I'm making the grade boy who is you testing
For shame
Like what did you say bro I'm like porque
Huh, damn
You could end up in worldstar in 4k
I ride for my homies I do not play
I throw you off the deep-end
Like Foushee
Yea, huh
None of my shit faux
Fuck all these niggas I'm doing my slut walk
Smokey robison guitar with a eighth
Hitting them bricks versace my face
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Shoot by the time i say aye
Opposite lane I want opposite fame
Take a trip acid right to the face
Yea, that's me, grew up no father
I'm just like T walk with no bother
Nelly my feet, popping my collar
Walk in this bitch looking like jango
When I blow up wear the same clothes
She take it off when i say so, huh
That little bitch is a jane doe, huh
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Delossantos
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