Gotham City lyrics
by GMG
[Intro: Enphamus]
(Sapfir)
Man
I told y'all I'm on these rap n*ggas' ass
Let's get it
Ayy, Gotham City, Gotham City, b*tch
Ayy
Woah
[Chorus: Enphamus]
I can't stand this sh*t like an amputee
Ridin' with a tank on E, don't need no hands, I step with feet
More guns than C-O-D
Play with me, he D-I-E
Shoot at who? 1-2-3
That's all it take from .223s
Make sure that he in ICC
[Verse 1: Enphamus]
I see you, she can't be my b*tch if I can't f*ck her crew
Hula hoop, this sh*t off the hip, that b*tch say toot-toot-toot
Doo-doo-doo, he gon' front his move if I don't make my move
If so, he through, I ain't in my brain, man, I'll shoot up a school
She suck my balls, I make that b*tch my main, just put her in Balmain
High as f*ck, I'm smokin' on exotics packs of octane
Gotham City, Joker, I'm the type to knock off Bruce Wayne
Ask me 'bout my life, I bought that b*tch a drink like T-Pain
Gotham City, ridin' through them projects with my mask on
If I take this mask off, then his future not gon' last long
Zaza, don't do mid, b*tch, I won't cop unless that gas strong
Stuck bеtween the street and makin' music, this my last song
Back to strikin', back to robbin', I just want my life back
5.56s bound to lift his whip up like a car jack
5.56, thе red tip on the tracks look like a Carmex
I hope this accident don't never show up on his CarFax (Sapfir)
[Chorus: Enphamus]
I can't stand this sh*t like an amputee
Ridin' with a tank on E, don't need no hands, I step with feet
More guns than C-O-D
Play with me, he D-I-E
Shoot at who? 1-2-3
That's all it take from .223s
Make sure that he in ICC
[Verse 2: Hotboii]
Play with me, you D-I-E
Uh, that just how it be
I be mean to all these hoes, was broke, they wasn't nice to me
IcyHot, keep that fire on me, my wrist on I-C-E
Opps writin' me off that main page and they got a seizure
f*ck 'em
And f*ck 12 too, see them, gon' duck 'em
All this creep sh*t, lil' n*gga, I been accustomed
I was hustlin', sellin' dummy, trappin' night until it's sunny
You know me, was on the run, but I was chillin', I wasn't runnin'
Ayy, real sh*t
[Chorus: Enphamus]
I can't stand this sh*t like an amputee
Ridin' with a tank on E, don't need no hands, I step with feet
More guns than C-O-D
Play with me, he D-I-E
Shoot at who? 1-2-3
That's all it take from .223s
Make sure that he in ICC