Gotham City

Lyrics

[Intro] (Fuck the fire, we got grease) [Verse 1: StanWill] She got D'usse in her solo? Finna double team her Hothead with blicky on him? Bro a trouble seeker Bitch a dummy, she don't think I'm finna fucking leave her (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) Palm Angels joggy but Dior did my running sneakers [Verse 2: BabyTron] SUV with the bike rack, blending in with traffic Know the Men in Black, for some guala, send 'em in with gadgets Tripping over hoes? Can't relate, I'm stepping with some balance You hating out a hut, bitch, I'm riding, heading to my mansion [Verse 3: TrDee] Brodie took a Perc' and washed it down with somе Wockiesha You ain't gotta tell me you ain't brokе 'cause I'm not either I can't fuck with you 'cause you with them, they some cock eaters Got her out her clothes then broke her back in a wifebeater [Verse 4: StanWill] Poles, hoes, and blue strips, the whip like Erotic City Needa take the chop up to Pink, this bitch got some titties Bro equipped the mask, robbing shit like it's Gotham City Seven hunnid horses, stabbed the gas, I might pop a wheelie [Verse 5: BabyTron] Tucked away, hidden in the hills, the crib solar powered I can't tell you 'bout yo bitch pussy, I get oral out her So much Off-White around this bitch, think I be snorting powder Walking out the club, I made it storm, you can't afford to shower [Verse 6: TrDee] All I have to do is show some money, took the morals out her I cannot believe you cuffed this bitch, she got a whoring problem Why the fuck you even hit the club? You can't afford a bottle I don't think they really getting money, I ain't heard about 'em [Verse 7: StanWill] Couple bitches swish but best believe I'm finna score without 'em Neiman Marcus bags, nigga, huh, hold on, huh Neiman Marcus bags full as fuck, we jugged the store up out 'em Pull up tryna wrestle? .223 knock the Orton out him [Verse 8: BabyTron] Late night, off a three of red, I was snoring counting If I would've had another line, I would've poured a thousand European sneakers, German coupe with a foreign model Summertime hotter than a fuck, fill the torch with hollows [Verse 9: TrDee] I don't squash shit, I forever need my lick back Yeah, I heard yo song, hate to say I heard some big cap Heard yo mans broke, y'all a team, you 'posed to fix that Thought this was yo bitch, I'm in her mouth just like a Tic Tac [Verse 10: StanWill] Drac' tucked, Ye did the sneaks, I'm playing both sides Max Payne, if I catch him out, I'm spraying both .9's Fire to his head, bet the choppa make him ghost ride Pape' chasing rude fuck, I been the same since '09 [Verse 11: BabyTron] Pretty bitch with me on the road always snapping selfies Touchdown from Kansas City with it, feel like Travis Kelce Nike tech ninja in the store, every tactic stealthy Need a custom tee for these sneaks, I'm finna grab some Wealthy [Verse 12: TrDee] Riding with it 'cause I learned it's better safe than being sorry Only said that in case you ever see me in a party Bitch asked me do I really love her and I said hardly Visas, all my money in a bank just like I'm Jeff Hardy [Verse 13: StanWill] Whipped the twenty out, left yo bitch with the googly eyes Niggas know to hide they ho, they see me in the Gucci slides Real life rapper, this bitch tryna get her coochie signed Size twenty-eight Mike Amiris, where the toolie hide [Outro: StanWill] Ha, dummy SBDSM, nigga, real ShittyBoyz shit, dumbass nigga Yeah, whole lotta Lab shit Whole lotta gang shit, bitch On that same shit, bitch We don't lane switch, bitch Yeah