WhatYo City Like

What your city like?
 What your city like?
 Where I'm from gotta keep that blick on you
 Park at your crib, have my young niggas hit on you
 You a killer or a snitch, you gon' kill me or trick on me?
 What your city like?
 My city be shakin' that bag
 My city got hoes that's shittin' on niggas
 But even the hoes get hit in they head
 What your city like?
 My city had changed the culture
 I be with vultures
 I can be with you for days, and I'll be the nigga that poke you
 What your city like?
 My city the home of Meech, home of the riots
 My city violent, niggas'll tell you they love you
 But really they don't even like you
 What your city like?
 Shit, I'm from the city of Hoover
 Bump and slide, we was robbin' the jeweler
 I was in school but shit had made me a shooter
 What your city like?
 I'm from the city of Kwame
 Clean up the scene, wipe off the choppers
 And drive to the lake and get rid of the bodies
 What your city like?
 Shit, we do not honor no OG
 They smoke you and turn you to OG
 Had that young nigga take that case, he juvy
 You must be stupid think you gang gang, boy your ass a goofy
 Know some bitches that be crackin' giffys, they be boostin'
 What your city like?
 If it get like that then it get like that
 Beef slide down we gon' get right back
 Nigga just like that
 Got locked, told niggas I'ma be back
 Soon as I got back got three plaques
 Opps on Twitter, we ain't gon' tweet back
 I'ma pop off broad day, no ski mask
 My city where the pirhanas at
 Jump in that water and drown in that
 I hit Kentucky with three hundred
 grams for five days and bring ninety back
 I started off with a ninety pack
 Such and such, he can vouch for that
 Can't say his name all over these tracks
 'Cause that nigga know where the body at
 What your city like nigga?
 Shit, we take the drugs to Iowa
 Home the swiper
 When you a gangster don't go off a title
 I know some opps that's scared of the Bible
 Yeah yeah, pick up the Glock and put down the rifle
 Seventeen with a seventeen
 This ain't back then, we not fighting
 Can't come to our cities, they know what's up with 'em
 Cool with the killers, they really my niggas
 They opps mobs, can't fuck with them niggas
 Durk on his way to Detroit, better call me soon as you hit
 I'ma put choppers around you, my nigga don't even trip
 Shit you the way to the Chi? I'll link you up with the six
 Two Glocks shawty wrong, yeah you gon' ride with them sticks
 And I know your ass on parole, so two Glocks in the dip
 And I heard blood turned crip, olympic medal how he flip
 Ayy T, put me on them Detroit bitches
 That shit gon' be easy, only thing they hate is decoy niggas
 You ain't gotta check in the hotel, my nigga just come to the crib
 As far as the hoes, you fuckin' off rip, they know who you is
 Tell Booka I'ma get him a bitch that got her some paper
 'Cause rich hoes love real niggas, they don't need 'em to save her
 I'ma get up with later, I gotta go see my agent
 Next time I come to Chi make sure you return the favor
 I'ma return it
 Put on a condom, she burnin'
 How the fuck you know she burnin'?
 Shit, I heard that she burnin'
 She must don't know me yet, think I buy her a Birkin bag
 Bitch, your lil twerkin' ass
 You ain't even worth a bag, yeah nah