"We In Da City" lyrics

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

Young dro....
Turn up turn up turn up

Car ain't got no roof
Car ain't got no roof
We be in da city
(In da city? In da city..)
All my bitches with it...
Aye aye
Uh-oh where your hoe at?
Uh-oh where your hoe at?
We be in da city
All my bitches with it

Where you be at bruh?
My crips in da city
My bloods in da bitty
Guns up in Rambo house
Blocks in dat bando house
Choppas come from Yucatan
You da man, you da man
I'm sitting up in this dually man
Don't make spray this Uzi man
Pop shit you get popped quick
No roof this drop sick
My crew we rock shit
Uh-oh where your ho at?
You heard me?
Uh-oh she where dro at!

Car ain't got no roof
Car ain't got no roof
We be in da city
(In da city? In da city..)
All my bitches with it...
Aye aye
Uh-oh where your hoe at?
Uh-oh where your hoe at?
We be in da city
All my bitches with it

OK my young ho psyched up
Riding 'round .442 piped up
White truck
Bentley truck
Tinted up
Rimed up
A hat cocked brimmed up
Y'all niggas get trimmed up
Me and K T in Adamsville mirrored up
Timmed up
Polo boots
I'll let the four four shoot
Just like the po po do
Dunk on you
And ya ho
Switch it over to left side
Crossover
Gimme some more
And some more, Sprain bones
I'mma keep dumping the clip
Pop 'til my man comes
Laying bombs
Land mines
Mack tens, tech nines
Y'all niggas gone respect mine
I'mma have the whole set crying
Have the police like "man down"
Spraying rounds
Talk of the town
AK clip walking around
Bussin the Glock bussin the K
Niggas trying to get bust in the face
Nigga can catch one in da mouth
One in da chest, one in da face
Chain is grey, platinum shit
Killing this rapping shit
And I'm on Actavis
Actually, I'm harder then
All y'all pussy ass niggas just go and ask ya bitch
Young dro...

Car ain't got no roof
Car ain't got no roof
We be in da city
(In da city? In da city..)
All my bitches with it...
Aye aye
Uh-oh where your hoe at?
Uh-oh where your hoe at?
We be in da city
All my bitches with it