What your city like?

What your city like?Where I′m from gotta keep that blick on you

Park at your crib, have my young niggas hit on you

You a killer or a snitch, you gon' kill me or trick on me?

What your city like?

My city be shakin′ that bag

My city got hoes that's shittin' on niggas

But even the hoes get hit in they head

What your city like?

My city had changed the culture

I be with vultures

I can be with you for days, and I′ll be the nigga that poke you

What your city like?

My city the home of Meech, home of the riots

My city violent, niggas′ll tell you they love you

But really they don't even like you

What your city like?

Shit, I′m from the city of Hoover

Bump and slide, we was robbin' the jeweler

I was in school but shit had made me a shooter

What your 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

What your city like?

Shit, we do not honor no OG

They smoke you and turn you to OG

Had that young nigga take that case, he juvy

You must be stupid think you gang gang, boy your ass a goofy

Know some bitches that be crackin' giffys, they be boostin′

What your city like?

If it get like that then it get like that

Beef slide down we gon' get right back

Nigga just like that

Got locked, told niggas I'ma be back

Soon as I got back got three plaques

Opps on Twitter, we ain′t gon′ tweet back

I'ma pop off broad day, no ski mask

My city where the pirhanas 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 nigga know where the body at

What your city like nigga?

Shit, we take the drugs to Iowa

Home the swiper

When you a gangster don′t go off a title

I know some opps 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 fighting

Can't come to our cities, they know what's up with ′em

Cool with the killers, they really my niggas

They opps mobs, can′t fuck with them niggas

Durk on his way to Detroit, better call me soon as you hit

I'ma put choppers around you, my nigga don′t even trip

Shit you the way to the Chi? I'll link you up with the six

Two Glocks shawty wrong, 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

Ayy T, put me on them Detroit bitches

That shit gon' be easy, only thing they hate is decoy niggas

You ain′t gotta check in the hotel, my nigga 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 niggas, they don′t need 'em to save her

I′ma get up with later, I gotta go see my agent

Next time I come to 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 buy her a Birkin bag

Bitch, your lil twerkin' ass

You ain′t even worth a bag, yeah nah