CITY OF SIN

(intro)
I got some dough and I got a zip
I got my pole and I got my stick
I’m moving slow cuz I'm high as a bitch
I be smoking zaza they high off the mid

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(Hook)
I got some dough and I got a zip
I got my pole and I got a stick

I’m moving slow cuz I'm high as a bitch
I be smoking zaza they high off the mid

I’m in my bag yeah I’m tired as shit
But you know I won't stop because I gotta win

I’m getting lit in city of sin
I’m ball on niggas like I’m at Rim

That nigga cap I’m not fucking with him yeah
I be wit da the reaper we making shit grim

I just might Spin thru his block with a grin
I just might run off on him and his friends

Show me where the money cause I need the back end
I’ll pull up on a nigga with a fucking Mac ten
Moonwalk on these niggas while I’m counting Jackson’s
While these niggas on they ass Ima make it happen

(Verse)
When it go down like a yo-yo
Yeah his white tee gon turn rojo uhh uhh

White bitch she play with the coco
I’m rolling up while I blow smoke uhh uhh

Pretty bitch wanna take a photo
Sorry but girl that’s a no no uhh uhh

Yeah My heart cold like a snow cone
I smoke on gas like sunoco uhh uhh

Fuck like one mill I need ocho
My pockets fat just like chocho uhh uhh

I’m going crazy... loco
I can't fuck with these bozos uhh uhh

She wanna fuck in the lolo
I fuck her fast then go slo mo uhh uhh

If he want beef then let’s gogo
You could get cooked like Risotto uhh uhh

I move around cuz they shifty ,Miss me...
I don’t playboi like iggy
That nigga pussy... icky... kitty.. and I heard he be with Mickey

That’s why I can fuck with too many that’s right I can’t fuck too many (yeah yeah)
She said I’m so pretty like Ricky, but she ain’t know I had my blicky
(yeah yeah)

24/7 this the Get back
22-3 gonna Blow a nigga Shit back
Lil nigga you dont really live that
Piss a nigga off you gonna end up with a shit bag

Pack in mail like a nick nack
No you cannot get a nick bag yeah (no no)
Niggas be talking riff raff pussy can I dick back

You got your drip out a gift bag
Boy you so broke you needs get racks (Broke Boy!)
Niggas be calling cops , so I speed away while they Dispatch (sort sort)
Watch how I’m never gon get scratched
I got Pink and blue money yeah it’s mismatch
Niggas hate so they talk behind his back
Don’t give a fuck what they say cause I did that

(Hook)
I got some dough and I got a zip
I got my pole and I got my stick

I’m moving slow cuz I'm high as a bitch
I be smoking zaza they high off the mid

I’m in my bag yeah I’m tired as shit
But you know I won't stop because I gotta win

I’m getting lit in city of sin
I’m ball on niggas like I’m at Rim

That nigga cap I’m not fucking with him yeah
I be wit da the reaper we making shit grim

I just might Spin thru his block with a grin
I just might run off on him and his friends

Show me where the money cause I need the back end
I’ll pull up on a nigga with a fucking Mac ten
Moonwalk on these niggas while I’m counting Jackson’s
While these niggas on they ass Ima make it happen