WhatYo City Like Lyrics By Tee Grizzley
WhatYo city like?
WhatYo city like?
Where I'm from, gotta keep that blick on you
Park at your crib, have my young **** hit on you
You a killer or a snitch? You gon' kill me or tick on me?
WhatYo city like?
My city be shakin' that bag
My city got hoes that's shittin' on ****
But even the hoes get hit in they head
WhatYo city like?
My city had changed the culture, I be with vultures
I could be wit you for days
And I'd be the **** that poke you
WhatYo city like?
My city the home of Meech
Home of the riots, my city violent
****'ll tell you they love you
But really they don't even like you
WhatYo city like?
Shit, I'm from the city of Hoover
Bump and slide, was robbin' the jeweler
I was in school, but shit had made me a shooter
WhatYo city like?
I'm from the city of Kwame
Clean up the scene, wipe off the choppers
And drive to the lake and get rid of the bodies
WhatYo city like?
Shit, we do not honor no OG
They smoke you and turn you to OG
Had that young **** take that case, he juve'
You must be stupid, think you gang-gang
Boy, your ass a goofy
Bust it, know some bitches that be crackin' giffies
They be boostin'
WhatYo city like?
If it get like that, then it get like that
Beef slide down, we gon' get right back
****, just like that
Got locked, told ****, I'ma be back
Soon as I got back, got three plaques
Opps on Twitter, we ain't gon' tweet back
I'm a pop off broad day, no ski mask
My city where the piranhas at
Jump in that water and drown in that
I hit Kentucky with three hundred grams
For five days and bring ninety back
I started off with a ninety pack
Such and such, he can vouch for that
Can't say his name all over these tracks
'Cause that **** know where the body at
WhatYo city like, ****?
Shit, we take the drugs to Iowa, home of the swiper
When you a gangster, don't go off a title
I know some ops that's scared of the bible
Yeah, yeah, pick up the Glock and put down the rifle
Seventeen with a seventeen
This ain't back then, we not fightin'
Can't come to our cities, they know what's up with 'em
Cool with the killer, they really my ****
They opps mobs, can't fuck with them ****
Don't fight with ****
Durk on his way to Detroit, better call me soon as you hit
It's on
I'ma put choppers around you, my ****, don't even trip
Shit, you on the way to the Chi'?
I'll link you up with the six
Two blocks, shorty roam, yeah, you gon' ride with them sticks
And I know your ass on parole, so two Glocks in the dip
And I heard blood turned crip, olympic medal how he flip
Damn, AT, put me on them Detroit bitches
That shit gon' be easy, only thing they hate is decoy ****
You ain't gotta check in the hotel, my ****, just come to the crib
As far as the hoes, you fuckin' off rip, they know who you is
Tell Booka I'ma get him a bitch that got her some paper
'Cause rich hoes love real ****, they don't need 'em to save her
I'ma get up wit you later, I gotta go see my agent
Next time I come to the Chi', make sure you return the favor
I'ma return it
Put on a condom, she burnin'
How the fuck you know she burnin'?
Shit, I heard that she burnin'
She must don't know me yet
Think I'll buy her Birkin bags
Bitch, your lil' twerkin' ass
You ain't even worth a bag
Y'know
