Citi Trends lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse]
Sweater covered in F's, they remind me of my transcript
My track stylist chose what I wore today, it was handpicked
Fendi bookbag, Fendi tee, too
Look at the C's on yo' buffs, I can tell them b*tches fu'
Stomp out a n*gga leg and break his sh*t with these triple F's
f*ckin' with some white b*tches, they tryna get me to do crystal meth
Did a check deposit for ten thousand, through TCF
Sold some G before, I told him it was peanut butter breath
Got over on this fool once again
I'm tired of n*ggas actin' like they swipe, when they work at Citi Trends
'Bout to check my Distrokid, I know a couple thousand waitin'
A n*gga sayin' that I'm broke, thats an outrageous statement
Same n*gga living in his grandmothers basement
Can't keep up with all the e-mails I'm gettin', I need an agent
Just found out the plug is a undercover agent
Got tired of n*ggas sleepin' on me so the beast awakened
Wanna know one thing, I'm never sober
A mag on each hip, f*ck a holster
When I up, it's gon' be dual wield
Pull up, box you in and leave your brains on the steering wheel
Left my old b*tch 'cause the relationship was toxic
n*gga mad at me 'cause he ain't got sh*t in his pocket
Why one of my opps like a picture of a transgender?
Tied in, I'm cool with drug dealers and the gang members
When Detroit get boring, I get on a flight
When the jugg 'bout to send his money, I be so polite
Then I block they ass and leave 'em heartbroken
My head going in this bank to collect ten soon as that b*tch open
n*ggas rappin' 'bout condos but living in a trailer
Drive a old rusty pickup truck, that b*tch look like Mater
If I got caught in that, I'd be embarrassed
I got the paperwork, this n*gga talkin' to the sheriff
Responded to yo' b*tch DM and she was starstruck
Your whip old as hell, it be clanking tryna start up
Junk that b*tch, it's over with
How you expect to pull females in that piece of sh*t?
I shoot this Glock like a trained assassin
You better ask about the time I saw a dog up in Mr. Alan's
0.00, I just read yo' balance
Spent nineteen-hundred on a pint, then poured it in a gallon
Threw a party and I put lean in the punch bowl
He walked in with Reebok sneakers on and we said "I got a question for you, what are those!"
[Outro]
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