What your city like?
What your city like?Where I′m from gotta keep that blick on you
Park at your crib, have my young niggas hit on you
You a killer or a snitch, you gon' kill me or trick on me?
What your city like?
My city be shakin′ that bag
My city got hoes that's shittin' on niggas
But even the hoes get hit in they head
What your city like?
My city had changed the culture
I be with vultures
I can be with you for days, and I′ll be the nigga that poke you
What your city like?
My city the home of Meech, home of the riots
My city violent, niggas′ll tell you they love you
But really they don't even like you
What your city like?
Shit, I′m from the city of Hoover
Bump and slide, we was robbin' the jeweler
I was in school but shit had made me a shooter
What your city like?
I′m from the city of Kwame
Clean up the scene, wipe off the choppers
And drive to the lake and get rid of the bodies
What your city like?
Shit, we do not honor no OG
They smoke you and turn you to OG
Had that young nigga take that case, he juvy
You must be stupid think you gang gang, boy your ass a goofy
Know some bitches that be crackin' giffys, they be boostin′
What your city like?
If it get like that then it get like that
Beef slide down we gon' get right back
Nigga just like that
Got locked, told niggas I'ma be back
Soon as I got back got three plaques
Opps on Twitter, we ain′t gon′ tweet back
I'ma pop off broad day, no ski mask
My city where the pirhanas at
Jump in that water and drown in that
I hit Kentucky with three hundred
Grams for five days and bring ninety back
I started off with a ninety pack
Such and such, he can vouch for that
Can′t say his name all over these tracks
'Cause that nigga know where the body at
What your city like nigga?
Shit, we take the drugs to Iowa
Home the swiper
When you a gangster don′t go off a title
I know some opps that's scared of the Bible
Yeah yeah, pick up the Glock and put down the rifle
Seventeen with a seventeen
This ain′t back then, we not fighting
Can't come to our cities, they know what's up with ′em
Cool with the killers, they really my niggas
They opps mobs, can′t fuck with them niggas
Durk on his way to Detroit, better call me soon as you hit
I'ma put choppers around you, my nigga don′t even trip
Shit you the way to the Chi? I'll link you up with the six
Two Glocks shawty wrong, yeah you gon′ ride with them sticks
And I know your ass on parole, so two Glocks in the dip
And I heard blood turned crip, olympic medal how he flip
Ayy T, put me on them Detroit bitches
That shit gon' be easy, only thing they hate is decoy niggas
You ain′t gotta check in the hotel, my nigga just come to the crib
As far as the hoes, you fuckin' off rip, they know who you is
Tell Booka I'ma get him a bitch that got her some paper
′Cause rich hoes love real niggas, they don′t need 'em to save her
I′ma get up with later, I gotta go see my agent
Next time I come to Chi make sure you return the favor
I'ma return it
Put on a condom, she burnin′
How the fuck you know she burnin'?
Shit, I heard that she burnin′
She must don't know me yet, think I buy her a Birkin bag
Bitch, your lil twerkin' ass
You ain′t even worth a bag, yeah nah
