In the City lyrics

(Intro)
Yo Big!
Aye
Big X the motherf*cking Plug Ya'll
Aye, Aye, Aye
Aye, Aye

(Verse)
b*tch I'm in the city
Posted with 40's and glizzys (Bow!)
Dare you n*ggas to tempt me
'Cause b*tch I get busy
Big n*gga cold at the shoulders that's why these n*ggas be friendly (On God!)
I stay with the glizzy
Even when I go to church
I'd be damned if a f*ck n*gga kill me
Cause these n*ggas envy
Knowing I'm moving that work and they want it so they gone go get it
These lil n*ggas silly, always be plotting this sh*t
But they never get chances to kill me (Huh?)
I fly at the feeling, just to meet up with the plug
He said X you a mess I can feel it (Right!)
I'll buy it you rent it, call up poncho with a play
Give him 5 and I bet he 'gon kill it (on crip!)
Been gone for a minute, if it's by pushing that pack then I'm back 'cause the feds tryna get me (Aye!)
You n*ggas don't get me, really was moving that sh*t that made Bobby get married to Whitney
I'm crippin' like Nipsey, but I still hang with some bloods and they all toting Glocks with extensions
We all about Bentley's, if you ain't talking them racks then don't mention my name in a sentence (At all!)
These n*ggas is b*tches, talking that sh*t on the 'gram but they see me and sh*t in they breeches (b*tch!)
I come from the trenches, really cut dope on the play for the fiends at the door they was itchin'
These n*ggas is trippin', had to cut out my lil partner I heard through the vine he was snitchin' (Aye!)
I call it big business, all of my n*ggas some steppers they just caught a row with a pistol (For real)
We pressing the issue, can't let a b*tch n*gga slide cause that beater man wants come and get ya, b*tch! (No!)
(Outro)
Aye
Taliban sh*t
Al Qaeda
Big Business, X
Aye
Aye, Aye Aye