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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, it's for the city, uh, uh, uh, uh I'm from the crack, where we got bad bitches, shaking ass, they turn you up Real niggas on every fucking block, you know what's up with us And we got country niggas, riding around in big ass Dooley trucks And you'll get jacked at the corner store, so keep your tooley tucked They off the Henney, so they shaking ass, and throwing it fast, up in this party Let her hit the blunt, she looked at me and told me, boy"you got me started" Got that shit on me, she talking about, boy, it's smelling like you farted And CPD don't be on shit, I'm riding around strapped like the army The county boys, they think they tough, take off that badge, these niggas corny Turn on the news, you hear a robbery or a killing every morning I got some niggas in the pen and I ain't gone see them till they 40 I know some mommas lost their kids because they couldn't afford a lawyer I need a doctor, remember me and Ken was trapping out that red Apollo Shout out to Tytiana, she was there and I ain't even have to call her Porter Middle School, man, I was trapping, selling snacks for dollars And I ain't certain no pounds, ain't certain no bricks, but bitches still follow And I'm a dog, I'm about to buy a collar, bet your bitch come if I call her Hold up, I can't pick her up, just drop the offer, not a dollar I dropped her E, now niggas steady calling, asking for a fee You from the city, grab a chair, my nigga, bitch, we finna eat Shout out my label, if you dropping heat, then come get in with me Shout out my nigga here, I can't say just no, we call him Scree And all this shit come through the mail, so we can't let it go for cheap Get that shit up out the spot and shake the city I'm scared the feds gon' sue me And these groupie bitches pussy where we put up in the SRT Bartender party eyes red, I'm smelling like a half a pound of bean And bitch, I love to be in charge, but this time I'ma let you take the lead She got on top and did a jotty, bitch, I'ma put me to sleep I'm from the crack where we got bad bitches shaking ass, they turn you up Real niggas on every fucking block, you know what's up with us And we got country niggas riding around in big-ass Dooley trucks And you will get jacked at the corner store, so keep your tooley tucked They off the Henney' so they shaking ass, and throwing it fast, up in their party Let her hit the blunt, she looked at me and told me, boy, you got me started Got that shit on me, she talking about, boy, it's smelling like you farted And CPD don't be on shit, I'm riding around strapped like the army The county boys, they think they tough, take off that badge, these niggas corny Turn on the news, you hear a robbery or a killing every morning I got some niggas in the pen and I ain't gon' see them till they 40 I know some mommas lost their kids because they couldn't afford a lawyer