My City

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] (BeatGang) (Pooh, you a fool for this one) Free Rose, bitch (Stop snitchin', bitch), ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] I don't sign statements, I sign titties Fuck a cosign, this my city Make her give me head with the ski mask on Then I made that bitch put them kneepads on Snatch my chain, boy, you must be a suicide bomber And these niggas that I roll with some Rolex robbers I waited my turn and it's perfect timing And I keep two clips on me when I'm grinding Sellin' blue jeans like I'm Bugle I'm talkin' about them lil' blue pills, eaching muscles I earned my respect, die of your rep Nigga, disrespect that, that chain off your neck And nah, don't come to my city, you gotta check in Show up at your show, take your ice and the backend Don't call me for a show if you ain't got the 'posit I'm still trafficking with a bitch driving [Verse 2: ShredGang Boogz] Throw some ice in the pot and watch it lock up Auntie mad I keep fucking all her pots up Niggas speaking down on us 'til we pop up With them .308 spin out that carbon, put them Glocks up A hundred hundreds on me, I still reach for that gold Rollie Wouldn't advise you to shake my hand if you don't fucking know me Shoot my own gun, I don't need a nigga to do it for me But it feel good to know I got niggas that'll do it for me Spread a bag through the hood, bitch, I feel like Santa Countin' up while your bitch watching Love Hip Hop Atlanta AR by the dorm, I'm going like Tony Montana Run up in my shit and get popped like a fuckin' Fanta They'll kill you once they consider you a fucking threat So I keep a small circle, you out of shape you getting left Feds locking all my niggas up, this shit got me stressed I just pray to God, dog, that I ain't next