Christ - I. Run the City lyrics

[Verse 1: Ali] Cup, full of lean Purple sprite and blue dream Oxycontin and white lines We so gone like Houdini I said your b**h, riding dick She just wait, for the click Posing like she a model, her runway gon' be dripping I said I'm throwing, throwing, dolla bills Popping bottles, sh** is real Ignant as f** and I don't give a f** Your n***a run lip, marathon on his tongue I switch it up for you, quit claiming you sh** You bout as constipated as it gets If I said it I meant it, I mean what I say Think bout crossing me? Better look both ways Or consequences, to my defense It's common sense, if you defenseless, to leave you senseless Since birth I've been intending To write and rhyme Line for line Kilo for kilo This sh** has got you so high man, so high man And I'm still riding round with my pockets on swole Skinny n***a got hoes out at my shows She lick lick it down all the way to the bo- T t o m til she can't can't no mo' And I'm ready if you ready so ready set go I hope she don't think that I think she a ho But b**hes ain't sh** and that's truth be told So put on your cape while I sit here and go [Hook] x2 Whip, we riding Whip whip, we riding Jolly ranchers at the bottom of the cup And them gold grills stay shining [Verse 2: Christ] Your boy selling bars like we slanging Oxy Your girl want my dick that's why I'm co*ky I'm just trying to hit don't say that we talking Blunt so loud, man, you think the weed talking After I f** you could hit the streets walking I ain't calling no cab, ho She calling me an a**hole But I flash cash so she throw it back and I hit it fast and she ride slow She drop knees, she call me Christ I'm sh**ting on the Bible But Lord please, this head is nice So don't leave me liable For decapitation Just have to face it She the one who thinking she ain't have to taste it My bladder aiming right at her brain and it BANG These fake b**hes all lame, nah We ain't smoking the same, nah We ain't drinking the same drank You got liq but I'm sipping lean Sip sipping on sizzurp Three six's up in here My mafia is f**ing yacked She loving the crew, she running laps She riding co*k and she love it She f**ed us all but what of it? It was back to back but she fronting Ali had the back and Frank hit the front end Mouth full of dick, b**h You ain't saying nothing Better drop top while I'm driving out in public f** the cops, my whole crew stunting [Hook] x2 Whip, we riding Whip whip, we riding Jolly ranchers at the bottom of the cup and them gold grills stay shining