King Tutt, Crichy Crich, A Boy & A Girl - My City текст песни

Boy & a girl
Let’s get it It’s Crichy Crich, biatch!
Who that said they want beef?
I got five hoes with me, all five on both knees
I die for my city, I ride through these streets
I’m loving that girl, she came on my sheets
You open that bottle, this club gon' go up We come to your party, whole town gon' show up Been drinking all night, think I’mma throw up We came to get crazy, we 'bout to go nuts
I die for my city, I ride through these streets
I die for my city, I ride through these streets
I die for my city, I ride through these streets
Don’t fuck with my people, I ride for my Gs He tuck a whole nine, but the bullets styling
See the Bs on the grill, yeah, the boy balling
Young butter from the H like James Harden
Either way we going up, I do that regardless
Skrrt!
King
Balling like I’m rondo
Taking shots like El Chapo
Doing what I say so Chasing after pesos
Money in my pocket
Shoot it if you got it I ain’t ever stopping
Got your bitch’s panties dropping
Summer sixteen, man, that shit was a waste
Seventeen gonna be a change of the pace
Roll it up real good, take a blunt to the face
I ain’t with the talking, stay the fuck out my lane
I do that regardless
Yeah
Woo!
Woo!
Ba ba ba bow!
Woo!
Skrrt!