Citi Trends (feat. NLE Choppa)

(Banger) Uh, ayy, young new world, yeah, young new wave Whoa-whoa, whoa (whoa) Oh-oh (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Ayy, drip drop, big drip, droppin' when I'm steppin' in I remember bein' broke, used to shop at Citi Trends Keep a MAC-11 on me, dumb hitters gon' spin a Benz Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end Ayy, huh, wait, uh, tell 'em all boys that slime will go Ayy, go, hey, why they big mad at lil' bro? Uh, whoa, hey, Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes Ayy, no, hey, no, don't need security, my dawg, I pose Poised in Gucci, man Might have to go super sane Run up on me, you get hit Couple shots to your brain Hop out wit' it, hop out, get it No-no, Lil Pump gotta scream an, "Esskeetit" My hitters got good aim Power up young mega main They givin' out free smoke Come get this nigga tamed Oh Lord, oh Lord Get yourself outta there Shots to his door Pistol packin', yeah, we really-really 'bout it Sittin' heavy, yeah, we is really-really 'bout it Slime said, "Take out the opps" "If you was really real 'bout it" We keep a rock star vibe, that's a fact, heh Hop out, uh, Gucci Louis Fendi bag (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Ayy, drip drop, big drip, droppin' when I'm steppin' in I remember bein' broke, used to shop at Citi Trends Keep a MAC-11 on me, dumb hitters gon' spin a Benz Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end Ayy, huh, wait, uh, tell 'em all boys that slime will go Ayy, go, hey, why they big mad at lil' bro? Uh, whoa, hey, Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes (NLE the Top Shotta) Ayy, no, hey, no, don't need security, my dawg, I pose (ayy) Don't need security because I'm securin' me Don't think you hearin' me, turn on my earrings Niggas gon' mirror me, won't interfere with me Chain all purity, see that shit clearly (brrt-brrt) Designer rockin' a .5 in my pocket I go for the score, and you niggas can't block it (gang, gang-gang) I'm comin' like Dragic, ballin' be my hobby I stop all this talkin', and get you a body Before you get bodied They had a body, charge me with a body (ayy, ayy-ayy) Man, go beat the body (ayy, ayy) Damn, that's somebody get calamari And hot toddies on molly right Pull up in the Mazi' in the Bay like Mozzy I post with my posse, we slidin' like hockey Couple of females that post in the lobby (grrt, grrt) I walk, past and they screamin' out, "Papi" (grrt) (ayy, ayy) I said, "The trends, the city gon' trend me" 'Posed to condemn me, but they gon' envy Can't keep it friendly, niggas don't list me Drive on the 10 speed, let out 'bout 20 We pullin' out the lot straight drop (brrt) We poppin', poppin', poppin' (brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt) You said, "What about the opps?" They body drop, they droppin' (brrrt) I miss the diamonds, and drip with the cheddar My team speakin' different like they were Rosseta (ayy) I thought a nigga knew better You can't mix the Glizzy, and the choppas with the berettas (ayy) Say he a stepper, but I keep this metal I'd rather go federal 'fore I go medical (ayy) Mind over matter, my bars they metaphors (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) I told the police that I'm just a rapper (ayy) Ayy, drip drop, big drip, droppin' when I'm steppin' in I remember bein' broke (gang), used to shop at Citi Trends (brrt-brrt) Keep a MAC-11 on me, dumb hitters gon' spin a Benz (spin a Benz) Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end (brrt) Ayy, huh, wait, uh (ayy), tell 'em all boys that slime will go Ayy, go, hey, why they big mad at lil' bro? Uh, whoa, hey, Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes (designer clothes) Ayy, no, hey, no, don't need security, my dawg, I pose (my dawg, I pose) Brrt, brrt, brrt