City Boyz
Young nigga in charge man
We been getting Money man
Huh huh
Yea
Young nigga shit
Wrist froze
Yea it's Rocky like the mountains
Only time I leave the house
Is if they pay to bring me out it
Usually calm when I be sober
Off the liquor get to shouting
Got a number in the club
Now my bitch up in here pouting
How the fuck I turn a trap
Into a mansion can you do that
Run up on me wrong
Bet I get to spark'n thought you new that
Heard they talking bad
Wishing I was broke, but I'm the opposite
I'm in my own lane
And ain't a motherfucker stopping it
They nickname me Michelin man
Cause I'm a road runner
They asked me why I'm always in clubs
Cause I'm a hoe hunter
My finger steady keep getting cut
From all the paper thumbin
Baby come and get with a winner
Promise you won't for nothing
Hold up let me catch my breath
Cause I just thought stomped that
Lil bitch keep saying that she in love
But I don't want that
Reminiscing about the days being broke
But I won't go back
I ain't have a car now I ride foreign
Tires be run flats
Fuck a tussle
Let my pistol do the fighting
Cj got my back the strap that nigga got
Sound like a lion
I don't have no oops but if I ever did
Them niggas dying
I'd rather 12 judge me
Then to see my moma crying
Ears Flooded, Neck Flooded,
Bitch my wrist it weigh a pound
Got stuck in a jam niggas left
But I ain't make a sound
Bitches used to diss me
See I'm up now try to come around
Lil bitch this not it
Could never a fucking clown
I'm recording in some slacks
And a button up
I'm Pimpin
Just left court my judge be talking crazy
Bitch so stuck up
Can't you let the system beat me
Gotta take this bitch to trial
Verdict Not guilty I threw my buffs on
Left out with style
Drop the top off on the whip
So they can see it's me
Niggas pulling out they cameras
To record like they TMZ
If a nigga want me on his song
He gotta pay fee
And every nigga round me eating good
Yea we love to feast
Before all this rap shit
My name was ringing bells
Had baddest bitches sending me money
Cash app or zelle
Used they addy's just to get me
Some packages through the mail
Bitch it's city boy activity
I'm not paying for no nails
Get in weigh it up
Put it on scales
I ain't talking bout no tacos
When I say I feed a nigga shells
I got friends that ran it up
Off Navy Feds BOA's and wells
And I'm always moving cautious
So a nigga never leave a trail