GL Productions - My City lyrics

[Intro] GMB (GMB, GMB, GMB), G-G-GMB (G-G-GMB, G-G-GMB, G-G-GMB) [Hook: Kirko Bangz] I put it down for my city mayne. (My city mayne) Don't give a f** about what n***as gon' say ‘bout me (say ‘bout me) I still rockin' gold grills and I'm swangin' mayne (I'm swangin' mayne) Oh yeah I'm always gon' be H-Town (H-Town) [Verse 1: k**a Kyleon] 84's under my fleetwood Pockets stay fat cause they eat good Big finga on my like Eastwood If a hater try me gon' sleep good Seats on lean and my top back On my right side where your bop at TV's lit you can watch that I got a pump in my trunk if I pop that 5th wheel hangin' like deuces I'm on a set of 84's no deuces But if I hit this bu*ton I'm ruthless Shaw but shaw (short) and my paint job stupid Bops love me like cupid Pull up in the slab get schooled quick Big wheels poking like two bicks two sick Grey tape under my screw sh** Four 15's I'm a freshman H-Town king I'm a veteran Big gun on me like a western Racks in my pocket, I'm countin' my blessin' Paint snow bottles in my section Sleeping like a n***a ain't restin' Gettin' to the money no stressin' Diamonds on the wood grain wheel I'm pressin' [Hook: Kirko Bangz] [Verse 2: Slim Thug] My trunk bang like gangs My 4's swang like swangs I'm comin' through them lanes Rockin' two chains like 2 Chainz Every season some new mayne By now you know how we do thangs I just bought a Bently betcha c**aine I'm rollin' slow and it's slow like cruisin' Where the cruiser, ya boys gone pa** Will need a boss peep a weight (or way), I ain't gotta drive fast They say 200 on the dash but I ain't never seen it Never dream I'd shine this hard, but I hustle like I'm feenin' beamin' Like the light when that Cadi take flight I'm smokin' on some kites I'm covered up in ice I'm with your b**h she lookin' nice Got these n***as lookin' twice I bust a dime bust a nut and gave her relationship advice, right At the next light third house on the left Pullin' up to the crib five b**hes by myself These n***as can't keep up I still sweep the streets up And hustle every day 'til it's time for me to re-up Thug (thugga, thugga) [Hook: Kirko Bangz] [Verse 3: Kirko Bangz] I'm from the city of the syrup Only young n***a in the city gettin' heard Only young n***a in the city getting bread But the whole damn city wanna hate on Kirk f** y'all n***as but a n***a so real I support y'all n***as When they ask who cold, I report y'all n***as f** talkin' ‘bout these hatin' a** n***as In the city mayne I ain't tryna bore y'all n***as Uh, see it feels so good, but it hurts so bad Man you weren't around when I didn't have cash Say you weren't around when I didn't have a bed Didn't have a whip, momma livin' bad So I had to take everything out the stash And I had a number one song on the radio, man a hater talk about my past n***a don't know so I gotta let him know I was so broke that I made it sound throwed I ain't have money so I talked about the hoes Any sense in the city ain't got know hope What the f** you mean n***a I'm the king I ain't Pimp C and I ain't Bun B I ain't Slim Thug and I ain't Keke Man shout out to the vets but n***a I'm me [Hook: Kirko Bangz] [Outro] GMB (GMB, GMB, GMB, GMB)