Letras
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bow, damn, bow, bow
Bow bow, yeah
Heart of my city this shit no cap, Like bitch I'm really the man
I'm too hot like oh god damn, aye, somebody give me a fan
Aye, Lil Brodie and Shark in the van, like he be tweaking just popped him a Xan
Tryna hop out and let shit jam
Caught him in traffic, loafing with his mans
Lil bra really fast on his feet, fuck it, I'm bout to lace up the cleats
Like Blasian turning up the heat nigga
Who really fucking with tay
Stay out the mix, don't be in the way
I'll fuck on a bitch, don't care if she gay
Niggas tryna play, this is not a game, but bro tryna ball like it's twoK
Niggas be rapping bout shit they ain't do, I was 17 playing the block
Got low on the Jakes with the wop
I be kicking and bopping the thots
Come here, let me jump in the box
Like Roddy the stick in the box
If he talking on bro, he get hopped
And crodie be open for shop
Niggas broke and they really be popped
You ain't toting on shit but a prop
How the fuck could I love on a bop
And my fans really want me to drop
All that chatting n shit gotta stop
Like a picture that shit getting cropped
When I drop, I could never flop
Guaranteed one day I'ma pop
Heart of my city this shit no cap, Like bitch I'm really the man
I'm too hot like oh god damn, aye, somebody give me a fan
Aye, Lil Brodie and Shark in the van, like he be tweaking just popped him a Xan
Tryna hop out and let shit jam
Caught him in traffic, loafing with his mans
Lil bra really fast on his feet, fuck it, I'm bout to lace up the cleats
Like Blasian turning up the heat nigga
Who really fucking with tay
Stay out the mix, don't be in the way
I'll fuck on a bitch, don't care if she gay
Niggas tryna play, this is not a game, but bro tryna ball like it's twoK