CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Citi Trends (Snippet)
-riders steppin' in, let's get it
Call up the [?]
smoke
Come get this [?]
Oh Lord, oh Lord
Shots [?]
y'all really, really body
really, really body
Someone said take out the opps, if you was really, really 'bout it
We keep a rockstar vibe, that's a fact
Hop out, Gucci, Louis, Fendi bag
Drip drop, big drip
Droppin' when I'm steppin' in
I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 'round me, .38 it's gon' spin the Benz
Keep tryin' to play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end
Hey, wait, tell my boy to stay, Slime on go, oh
Why that b*t*h mad at lil' bro? Bro
Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes, no (NLE the Top Shotta)
No don't need security, my dawg got bombs (Ayy)
Don't need security because I'm securing me
Don't think you hearin' me, ten on my earrings
N***as gon' mirror me, won't interfere on me
Chain on purity, see that sh*t clearly
Designer rockin', my 5 in my pocket
I go for the score and you n***as can't block it
I'm comin' like [?], ballin' [?]
Ay, stop all that talkin' and get you a body, before you get bodied
Been hid a body, charge me with a body, then go beat the body
Damn that's a body, got calamari and [?]
Pull up in the Masi, in the back like-
-with the cheddar
My [?] speakin' different language like [?]
I thought a n***a knew better
You can't mix the glizzy and the choppas with the Beretta
Say he a stepper but I took his metal
I rather go federal 'fore I go medical
Mind over matter
My bars, they metaphors
I told the police that I'm just a regular
Drip drop, big drip
Droppin' when I'm steppin' in
I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 'round me, .38 it's gon' spin the Benz
Keep tryin' to play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end
Hey, wait, tell my boy to stay, Slime on go, oh
Why that b*t*h mad at lil' bro? Bro
Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes, no
No don't need security, my dawg got bombs
Call up the [?]
smoke
Come get this [?]
Oh Lord, oh Lord
Shots [?]
y'all really, really body
really, really body
Someone said take out the opps, if you was really, really 'bout it
We keep a rockstar vibe, that's a fact
Hop out, Gucci, Louis, Fendi bag
Drip drop, big drip
Droppin' when I'm steppin' in
I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 'round me, .38 it's gon' spin the Benz
Keep tryin' to play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end
Hey, wait, tell my boy to stay, Slime on go, oh
Why that b*t*h mad at lil' bro? Bro
Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes, no (NLE the Top Shotta)
No don't need security, my dawg got bombs (Ayy)
Don't need security because I'm securing me
Don't think you hearin' me, ten on my earrings
N***as gon' mirror me, won't interfere on me
Chain on purity, see that sh*t clearly
Designer rockin', my 5 in my pocket
I go for the score and you n***as can't block it
I'm comin' like [?], ballin' [?]
Ay, stop all that talkin' and get you a body, before you get bodied
Been hid a body, charge me with a body, then go beat the body
Damn that's a body, got calamari and [?]
Pull up in the Masi, in the back like-
-with the cheddar
My [?] speakin' different language like [?]
I thought a n***a knew better
You can't mix the glizzy and the choppas with the Beretta
Say he a stepper but I took his metal
I rather go federal 'fore I go medical
Mind over matter
My bars, they metaphors
I told the police that I'm just a regular
Drip drop, big drip
Droppin' when I'm steppin' in
I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 'round me, .38 it's gon' spin the Benz
Keep tryin' to play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end
Hey, wait, tell my boy to stay, Slime on go, oh
Why that b*t*h mad at lil' bro? Bro
Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes, no
No don't need security, my dawg got bombs
