MY CITY (Bonus)

IIGHT LETS GO

This my City Nigga, Niggas can't stand round me

And that's a pity, Nigga

Niggas tryna look at my views; can't compare me too

Niggas can't walk in my shoes — my shit too heavy, duke!

Niggas ain't feeling the same. They had too many shoes

Bitches hid my pain where the pennies be

So I started drinking the wok mix with the Hennessy

Then I started turning to something I thought I'd never be

They used to laugh at me; now these bitches hitting me up

So I could CashApp 'em

It ain't tricking if you got it

Money move in silence, so it's tricky when I got it

Cop ya bitch Pradas now; she fucking for designer (Na Naa)

Yea, she fucking for designer

Cop ya bitch Pradas now; she fucking for designer

Jacking — I'm the hottest when she fucking wit the YALLAS

Fuck a main bro, main bro gon' be that nigga creeping ya

Main tho, so I keep it close like L rocking a Kango

Hoes used to say I'm ugly; can't be they side, nigga

Now I got that bitch on my side like she some fries

Niggas hate — watch in they eyes, peep the lies

Niggas wanna see ya shit crumble and watch ya demise

Niggas don't wanna go rumble, peeping them odds

Can't bring these niggas on licks

Ain't Fumbling Mine

Always knew I was gon' blow

Stepping on landmines — always knew I was gon' blow

Stepping on landmines

Stepping on mine, that mine, nigga!

Stepping at 5'5, my shooter 9, nigga

Gave these niggas 23 like Draymond, nigga

Niggas talking down the block; I think he high, nigga

All ya niggas pussy — I swear you can't be my niggas

NOOOOOOO, can't be my niggas

All ya niggas pussy — I swear you can't be my niggas

All ya niggas pussy — I swear you can't be my niggas

Nooooo Na Na Naaaaaa

I ain't fucking wit these niggas though

I ain't fucking wit these niggas though

Na Naaaaaa

Can't be my niggas; my niggas gon' step wit me

Not behind, nigga