"In Your City, Mr. Lararirara" lyrics

I think it's made of emeralds
I'm in your city
I'm in your
Yo, Lucas, you heard?

Fox Five gang when we get to spinnin'
Know it's game time, no, this ain't no scrimmage
.33 inside my jeans, you know it's Scotty Pippen
We is suspects and these nigga victims
From the same side but nigga know the difference
Nigga don't run, don't get to trippin'
Wet floor slime, my nigga, don't slip
Nigga on a FaceTime with a full clip

I'm in your city
Just let me know
Come and get with me
Come fuck with a O, yeah, yeah
Girl, you know you're safe out here
Yeah, it's killers, yeah, it's knocks around the place 'round here, oh
They hit you in your face out here
Broad day they gon' walk up, you in a grave out here, oh

I've been chillin', I've been stickin' with the bro
Hit my phone, baby girl, just let me know
La-dickda-da, she already know
When she hear that, she gon' know the code
I'm Mr. Lararirara, oh, my baby
When she pull up, she in a new Mercedes
Nails done, curls done, everything look right
The way you got me feelin', I might cash out on some ice
I might put you on a flight even if it's for one night
Baby, go and hit up Saks and you get everything you like
I put diamonds in your vision, get you Cartier sights
You know when you with me, everything right

I'm in your city
Just let me know
Come and get with me
Come fuck with a O, yeah, yeah
Girl, you know you're safe out here
Yeah, it's killers, yeah, it's knocks around the place 'round here, oh
They hit you in your face out here
Broad day they gon' walk up, you in a grave out here, oh

Girl, you know you're safe out here
Yeah, it's killers, yeah, it's knocks around the place 'round here, oh
They hit you in your face out here
Broad day they gon' walk up, you in a grave out here, oh