City! lyrics

[Refrain]
Runnin’ round the city in my Prada
Yeah give a b*tch Mickey d’s, you ain’t getting Benny Hanna
That b*tch gave brai- [gunshot]
[Intro]
Pxrge you crazy
Oh for real
Choppa bullets flying
Aye aye
Aye aye
[Verse 1: Pxrge]
Yeah I’ve been trying to hold back, but I can’t
Hella side b*tches on my lap, I can’t stand
Hella rifles n*gga in the back, shoot you where you stand
Hella b*tches yeah they getting clapped, don’t give a f*ck bout’ no man
Runnin’ round the city in my Prada
Yeah give a b*tch Mickey d’s, you ain’t getting Benny Hanna
That b*tch gave me brain, that sh*t like a scholar
And if a b*tch lame, pass her to my partna’
Been going through pain, so I got me a choppa
I feel like I’m bane, break her back then I’m outta’ there
I been going insane, so I’m smoking on ganja
Yeah, yeah, you don’t want that static
Rob a n*gga for his money and his f*cking shoes, do it like magic
You don’t want beef with me, sh*t get drastic
Pulling up to yo city, we gone get to blastin
[Verse 2: Anzyeity]
Ridin’ round your city
Lil’ n*gga get up with me
Never lacking, gotta keep me a semi
Twin Glocks, look like Mickey and Minnie
?, the top of the chimney
Met a bad b*tch and I took her to Denny’s
You is a pig, check your chinny chinny
I feel like bowser, join my brother lemmy
Oh she fancy, just like iggy
And she boujee, ain’t no need to be picky
I know some lame n*ggas trying to clip me
That’s fake information just like wiki
Use your brain, your logic is sh*tty
My thoughts neon, just like shinji
Don’t f*ck with that boy because he is cringy
Hit it nice and quick just like a ginny
It’s me and my b*tch, like gumball and penny
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She said go talk to your hoes, I just say that I got plenty
When I say I got plenty, she is like how many?
I can’t give a number, my estimate bout’ twenty