Put The City On lyrics

[Intro]
(Pull up, Sinji)
Aight
n*gga
Tuh

[Chorus]
Why n*ggas steady hatin'?
Like I ain't one who put the city on
I keep it player, I ain't worried what that bitty on
A real joint, can't roll up without my billy on
n*ggas act dumb, I'm finna hit them with this Pippi Long
Hit him with this Pippi Long, this mopstick
Give a f*ck who you think you was, you not this
n*gga think he cold, well I'm feed him hot sh*t
If you live the life I live, you'll see why I keep a stick

[Verse 1]
If you live the life I live, you'll see why I keep blammy
Can't go outside without clutchin' my semi
Gotta keep it on me, that sh*t come in handy
I've been a fool since a youngin, they can't stand me
They can't stand me, I've been a nut
And yeah, it's up with whoever, I don't give a f*ck
And if it's beef on the floor, better pick it up
Already passed these rap n*ggas, yeah, these n*ggas suck, they boof
You steady lyin', but say you the truth
And only time that n*gga gangster when he hit the booth, for real
Y'all n*gga hate, but y'all know it's true
Before this rap sh*t, on gang, was givin' n*ggas blues
[Chorus]
Why n*ggas steady hatin'?
Like I ain't one who put the city on
I keep it player, I ain't worried what that bitty on
A real joint, can't roll up without my billy on
n*ggas act dumb, I'm finna hit them with this Pippi Long
Hit him with this Pippi Long, this mopstick
Give a f*ck who you think you was, you not this
n*gga think he cold, well I'm feed him hot sh*t
If you live the life I live, you'll see why I keep a stick

[Verse 2]
I'm sorry, mama, for this life that I chose
And this for you, that's why I do it, 'cause you never lost hope
Since a youngin, been told better reap what you sow
Man, I don't need no get-back, b*tch, we been upped the score, for real
Better step up in that house, sh*t get wicked
Cold nights, in my sleep, tuh, n*ggas know I did it
You don't want the funk, better keep me out the mentions
Your b*tch f*ck with me 'cause she say a n*gga different
I'm different, tuh, like 2 Chainz
Captain save a ho, call that n*gga Bruce Wayne
Couldn't catch up if I give 'em all day
I don't f*ck with rap n*ggas, man, these rap n*ggas gay

[Chorus]
Why n*ggas steady hatin'?
Like I ain't one who put the city on
I keep it player, I ain't worried what that bitty on
A real joint, can't roll up without my billy on
n*ggas act dumb, I'm finna hit them with this Pippi Long
Hit him with this Pippi Long, this mopstick
Give a f*ck who you think you was, you not this
n*gga think he cold, well I'm feed him hot sh*t
If you live the life I live, you'll see why I keep a stick