My Town lyrics

[Intro]
My town f*ck you up, don't come this way might be sh*t out of luck
Be sh*t out of luck (Ooh, sh*t)

[Chorus]
My town, f*ck you up
Don't come this way, might be sh*t out of luck
You see switches and drakes when we hop out the cut (Hop out the cut)
I'm with all of the smackers, crack his head like a nut
I'm with all of the smackers, don't like where I'm at, 'cause I'm really a bast*rd (Really a bast*rd)
I make a play, disappear like I'm Casper
I told 'em don't try me like I am a rapper (I am a rapper)
He talking 'bout throwing his fists, but don't even know that the car full of blicks
I've been playing with sticks since like sixteen
Don't even care when they shoot 'cause I know they gon' miss
We be killing the opps, get 'em dropped for that diss
You be loving that thot, but she gobbling di*k
I be dropping the top when I ride through the six
Got a whole lot of fashion, which option to pick?

[Verse]
Whole lot of racks, I've been thumbin' and thumbin', and thumbin' it
If I catch you lacking, believe that I'm bumpin' it
I'm sippin' on wocky and walkin' the mummy dis
She turn me up, life could feel like a junky
Ho, is you laced? Must think I'm dumb, you can't play in my face
Woody got smoked, lucky I got a case
My b*tch get to spraying that sh*t like some mace
I just get to poppin' 'em pills for the taste
Call lil' twin, he said, "What you tryna do?"
sh*t, I'm tryna go back to the block
But I know I'm making this money I rap two hundred, three hundred, four hundred a pop
I told her keep going, she better not stop
I know that I'm blowing, I just got the drop
Pull up in that foreign, just got off the lot
Lil' bro got somethin' for 'em, your head is a dot
[Chorus]
My town, f*ck you up
Don't come this way, might be sh*t out of luck
You see switches and drakes when we hop out the cut (Hop out the cut)
I'm with all of the smackers, crack his head like a nut
I'm with all of the smackers, don't like where I'm at, 'cause I'm really a bast*rd (Really a bast*rd)
I make a play, disappear like I'm Casper
I told 'em don't try me like I am a rapper
He talking 'bout throwing his fists, but don't even know that the car full of blicks
I've been playing with sticks since like sixteen
Don't even care when they shoot 'cause I know they gon' miss
We be killing the opps, get 'em dropped for that diss
You be loving that thot, but she gobbling di*k
I be dropping the top when I ride through the six
Got a whole lot of fashion, which option to pick? (Which option to pick?)

[Outro]
Whole lot of racks, I've been thumbin' and thumbin', and thumbin' it
If I catch you lacking, believe that I'm bumpin' it
I'm sippin' on wocky and walkin' the mummy dis
She turn me up, life could feel like a junky
Ho, is you laced? Must think I'm dumb, you can't play in my face
Woody got smoked, lucky I got a case
My b*tch get to spraying that sh*t like some mace
I just get to poppin' 'em pills for the taste
I just get to poppin' 'em pills for the taste, huh
Hey, hey, ho, is you laced?
Uh-uh, can't play in my face
Uh, come on