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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Riding around the bity bustin' place and huntin' opps
Super janky lately, blow my bitch, my waist, but rub it off
Keep one in the hole 'cause they know I'm pluggin' hard
Hit the traffic, 5 a.m. policeman came and stole my dog
When they crack the kennel, pack the fine and raise the bar
Tell the truth, got my hands in everything bippin' cards
We won't know who you are till you get hit with a charge
Hard to wrap your brain around it
Shit don't make no sense at all
It's hard to not notice your different behavior
Tryna stay focused and get to the paper
She wanna fuck, I'ma get to her later
Like with a stick and a switch and a laser
You can keep this and I won't entertain it
I let the blicky do all my explainin'
Shit went right through him, left hoes in the pavement
I'll do the work once I'm holdin' the payment
It's easy to find me
You know where I'll be oh-oh, oh
You know I'm just riding round the city (yeah) no, (yeah, yeah) no, no
You know I'm just riding round the city, oh-oh, oh
Yeah, ridin' around the city with the blicky tuck
No Pixar film, maybe up
Used to pop a Donner for a pick me up
Runnin' from the Brazy house club, tryna pick me up
Back when I was down, all the bitches didn't give a fuck
Not a loser, diddy slut, wouldn't admit a titty fuck
Oh, I'm gettin' money, why you trippin', huh?
Would you rather cry in the Bentley or a city bus?
Put the drink down like an empty cup
We're rollin' up, we're religiously, Leviticus
We're out with no tint, I don't give a fuck
I'ma yell, thug life, I don't wanna hit him up
Better won't smoke like a 'lil puff
Meanwhile, I'm mixin' a sativa with the indica
Whip it like a canister, my ****
What brand new whip? Yeah, I'm finna fuck the city, I'ma **** just
Riding around the city yeah (yeah) no (yeah, yeah) no, no
You know I'm just riding around the city oh-oh, oh oh
