"CITY KIDS" lyrics

[Nyck Caution:]
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy

Grimy world, gritty shit
See the name, city kids
Mob ties, I know plenty crips
With the Billies like Phinehas
She wanna vent, get off her chest, I just want titty pics
Caution little Nycky shit
Hell and back, I'm experienced, yeah
I called a hit when my stimmy hit
Spirit got me insidious
A million dollars worth of game, I'm on my Gilly shit
Fucked a city girl on her period
She want a bag, I'm like, yo, you can't be serious, uh
I used a condom, then she out the condominium
Nah, ain't putting holes in my lineage
On the surface they the prettiest
Digging deep, you see it's hideous
Ayy, still hit 'em up like it's a Biggie diss
Let's die lit, don't want the bitch unless she Iggy thick
I play the game like I'm rigging it
Keep a draco for the snakes that be slithering
You got the right number, bro, I'm just iggin' it
Got some dogs to the bitter end, it don't fold or bend

[Sha Hef:]
We don't fold, we don't bend, we don't break (Nah)
You know how we bond

Shit, I'm a culinary artist like Emeril Lagasse
Out the lobby, built my empire up like I'm Ghazi
I been a shooter like Luka, not Dončić, but Brasi
Caught a body out a layer, they found him in the Mojave
On the thirty shooting movies 'fore I linked up with Hodgy
I murdered inc like erves, see, I remind him of Gotti
Shit, I had the pot to piss in before I pissed in a potty
I'll teach you how to break a brick up like I'm Mr. Miyagi
Who the hardest in the bity, that's rhetorical
Made it out deplorable conditions, that's historical
I could feel the rain before it came, made me the oracle
Now I got the game inside my palms like it was portable
Light it up
Whipping golden grams, I got the Midas touch, try your luck
Play the game with ease, I got the sliders up, tie 'em up
If he make a move, you better fire 'em up
Most these niggas cyber tough
Pull up with our pipes out, then we piping up (Let's get it)