Lyrics: BBYKOBE/GT
Music: BBYKOBE/GT
Producer: BBYKOBE
****, uh, ****
Uh, yeah
I'm on what my city on, I'm tryna bring that feeling home
Don't be actin' brand new, 'cause you got new titties on
****, this ain't no track team, why you take them sprinters home?
Know the street gon' love this 'cause I'm on what my city on
****, huh
Iced out buffies, ****, R.I.P. the hutch
Money talk around this way, a lot of you **** need to hush
He won't let his bitch paint on my songs, 'cause we used to hunch
Took your damn payment on the crib, blew that shit at lunch
She like, "Come, I wanna see her play", I'm like, "Bitch, which one?"
On the track, I sweep a fence, a lot of you **** need to blunt
I be meditating, but I still get you road to keep shit blunt
Gucci callin' to keep my spirits strong, this music shit get bleeped
Bitch, I play like I'm not nice, I was writin' his verses during his peak
These good joints start talkin' crazy, so bruh, say they ain't mean it
And it still ain't no beef, just don't ever think shit sweet, ****
Yeah, I'm on what my city on, I'm tryna bring that feeling home
Don't be actin' brand-new 'cause you got new titties on
****, this ain't no track team, why you take them sprinters home?
Know the street gon' love this 'cause I'm on what my city on
What we on then, ****? What we on then, ****?
What we on then, ****? What we on then, ****?
What we on then?
Spent the mansion up at Hutch, **** try to call my bluff
I park my shit right in the front, hasty bring me out of slush
We who put the city on, still putting these **** on
Showed you what type of hos, even down to your cologne
You boys will get the super belt, love cubs put shit under
Yo' bitch ain't really shit to me, I might **** but never love her
Man, this bitch the bravest, wanna sit up like a ****ing hummer
Watch these nude **** tryna hang, they work for undercover
So much shit stuffed up in the spot, ****, call a plumber
****, hoppin' off the jet, I ain't bring no luggage
Yeah, I'm on what my city on, I'm tryna bring that feeling home
Don't be actin' brand-new 'cause you got new titties on
****, this ain't no track team, why you take them sprinters home?
Know the street gon' love this 'cause I'm on what my city on
What we on then, ****? What we on then, ****?
What we on then, ****? What we on then, ****?
What we on then?
What we on then?
What we on then?
What we on then?
What we on then?
Bitch!
Programming: BBYKOBE
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Vocals: G.T.
Recording Engineer: BBYKOBE
Mixing Engineer: 206Derek