CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : City 2 City
(You got this beat from Ant)
Yeah, yeah
Let's go
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy, ooh, city to city, b*t*h, I'm countin' racks up
These n***as b*t*hes, I know that they cap up
I'm in the back smokin' dope, countin' racks up
Big ass Glock make a f**k n***a back up
We pullin' up six deep in a black truck
You know I ain't trippin', big bro keep a MAC tucked
You know I ain't trippin' 'cause I'ma go far
I'm smokin' dope, feel like I'm on Mars
You cannot try us, you can't pull our card
We up a Glock, turn his ass to a track star
And he ain't on sh*t, we know he just act hard
If rappin' don't work, then I am a trap star
Put him on a shirt, run up in his traphouse
We pullin' up to your block, it's a blackout
He cry over b*t*hes, yeah, he is dramatic
And if it's some tension, we gon' let you have it
Pull up with that f**k sh*t, we want all the static
b*t*h, this is a Rollie, b*t*h, this not a Patek
That lil' n***a broke, that sh*t must be tragic
b*t*h, I'm a cash fiend, I think I'm an addict
Addicted to green, I gotta go grab it
Bentley truck cream when we be in traffic
Run up on me, b*t*h, is you serious?
Exotic cars like Fast and the Furious
b*t*h, we ain't friendly, get killed if you curious
Big bro off a bean, you know ain't no fear in him
He ain't talkin' money, so no, I ain't hearin' him
Glock with a beam, long live Nick, no more killin' us
Yeah, yeah
Let's go
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy, ooh, city to city, b*t*h, I'm countin' racks up
These n***as b*t*hes, I know that they cap up
I'm in the back smokin' dope, countin' racks up
Big ass Glock make a f**k n***a back up
We pullin' up six deep in a black truck
You know I ain't trippin', big bro keep a MAC tucked
You know I ain't trippin' 'cause I'ma go far
I'm smokin' dope, feel like I'm on Mars
You cannot try us, you can't pull our card
We up a Glock, turn his ass to a track star
And he ain't on sh*t, we know he just act hard
If rappin' don't work, then I am a trap star
Put him on a shirt, run up in his traphouse
We pullin' up to your block, it's a blackout
He cry over b*t*hes, yeah, he is dramatic
And if it's some tension, we gon' let you have it
Pull up with that f**k sh*t, we want all the static
b*t*h, this is a Rollie, b*t*h, this not a Patek
That lil' n***a broke, that sh*t must be tragic
b*t*h, I'm a cash fiend, I think I'm an addict
Addicted to green, I gotta go grab it
Bentley truck cream when we be in traffic
Run up on me, b*t*h, is you serious?
Exotic cars like Fast and the Furious
b*t*h, we ain't friendly, get killed if you curious
Big bro off a bean, you know ain't no fear in him
He ain't talkin' money, so no, I ain't hearin' him
Glock with a beam, long live Nick, no more killin' us
