Letras
N****s know I got the city in the head lock
If she with me, ain't no tricking on no wedlock
That n***a Dot on the block, bring the reds out
I done sold enough Wok to bring the feds out
Made a living out the trap, it was good to me
My n***a Cruz ain't rap, he was Suge to me
If I say I got your back, it's understood to me
I got the city on my back, be good to me
Be good to me, baby, I'ma be rich
I probably never need a broad, but I need licks
Bro say he got a pints, I'ma need six
Lil' baby had a 10,000 night off of three tricks
Three sticks at the house, nine in the car
I hit a five or a nine, I'ma bet the bar
If you from the south side, I'ma set the bar
Where I'm from, you ain't live till you wet the car
Art the war, n***a beat him with the bankroll
Foreign car on Alameda with the drank poured
Run it back, I gotta beat him, I'm in tank mode
Lil' baby told me she a eater, what's the gate code?
Big lac bumper kit for the BBL
When you're G-26, you need a CDL
They ain't really got shit if they ain't see the sale
If bro snaked you by the bitch shit, he'll tell
N****s know I got the city in the head lock
If she with me, ain't no tricking on no wedlock
That n***a Dot on the block, bring the reds out
I done sold enough Wok to bring the feds out
Made a living out the trap, it was good to me
My n***a Cruz ain't rap, he was Suge to me
If I say I got your back, it's understood to me
I got the city on my back, be good to me
Be good to me baby, I'm a living legend
I bought a pint, sold a nine, I'm a sip seven
Baby with me, got thighs, she a thicker Megan
I just smoked a quarter pound, I'm a bigger Devin
I get up around nine, cause my phone jumpin'
If he stop coming round, he done told something
Self-made, cause I'm paid, I don't owe him nothing
If rap slow, fuck a stage, cause I'm scoring something
Me and stress on reed, just politicking
Just left Ricky smoking weed with the politicians
No smoke, keep it P, ain't no opposition
I told baby, pay the fee, ain't no proposition
Got it out the kitchen, now I ain't cooking shit
That's where the scale at, I'm higher than a hellcat
I'm in the bay, asking n****s where the bells at
And Journey with my white bitch she asking me where Zales at
N****s know I got the city in the head lock
If she with me, ain't no tricking on no wedlock
That n***a Dot on the block, bring the reds out
I done sold enough Wok to bring the feds out
Made a living out the trap, it was good to me
My n***a Cruz ain't rap, he was Suge to me
If I say I got your back, it's understood to me
I got the city on my back, be good to me