KELS - CITY Lyrics

F*ck that bitch I run up the city
Yeah
F*ck that bitch I run up the city
Yeah
S5 drive from city to city
Yeah
F*ck that bitch I run up the city
S5 drive from city to city
Ridin wit the apes I'm pullin the Blicky
Smoke me a spliff shawty rollin The icky
Out in the East where the shit get Spooky
Nine on my side if you tryna be Funny
One call to my guys and my hittas Make a movie
Band on the table if you tryna play Loodie
Porf got the choppa and Vard got The hoodie
Tsst
No time for a bitch wit no money
Free money Kel bitch I ain't no Dummy
Ridin' wit the hittas cuz they all Shoot for me
NYC I rock with the gully
Run up a check yeah I be on my Bully
Hit me a lick yeah I bop like Diddy
Send her to the streets if the bitch Aint wit me
IG trick tryna f*ck up my image
Try again sis lil bitch I'm different
Never turn a rat gotta mind my Business
Never took my bitch you can have Her when I'm finished
Bros flip to hoes gotta change my Pivot
Try again sis lil bitch I'm different
F*ck a hoe nigga I'm bout my Chicken
Need a lil ting that's nice in the Kitchen
Burberry scarf
Yeah
Wrapped around my neck
Thirst lil hoe only worry about a Check
30 To Oakland I'm shooting like Steph
30 To me call a T like a ref
City on me
LI on my back
Never been a hoe
Rep my city that's a fact
Stay in my pocket I ain't catching No sack
Band on my wrist took a L got it Back
F*ck that bitch I run up the city
S5 drive from city to city
Ridin' wit the apes I'm pullin the Blicky
Smoke me a spliff shawty rollin The icky
Out in the East where the shit get Spooky
Nine on my side if you tryna be Funny
One call to my guys and my hittas Make a movie
Band on the table if you tryna play Loodie
Porf got the choppa and Vard got The hoodie
Tssst
No time for a bitch wit no money
Free money Kel bitch I ain't no Dummy
NYC yeah I rock with the gully
Run up a check yeah I be on my Bully
Hit me a lick yeah I bop like Diddy
Send her to the streets if the bitch Ain't wit me
Always stay strapped if a hoe Wanna test me
Yeah
All these niggas wanna jack my Flow
Hit a lick and the feds don't know
Chill dog I don't play with no PD
Mama crying out cuz she saw me On the TV
Hoes runnin laps like they're Starring in PE
Ex getting mad cuz their niggas Wanna be
Can't bring the top down I ain't Tryna be Kennedy
Still hitting licks I'm going to city To city
Yeah
Flip that check
Yeah
F*ck that ex
Yeah
Dub dat leach
Yeah
3k in a week
Yeah
Red jawn my seat
Yeah
Lil bitch on fleek
Lil bitch on what
Lil bitch on what
Fleek
Fleek Fleek Fleek
F*ck that bitch I run up the city
S5 drive from city to city
Ridin' wit the apes I'm pullin the Blicky
Smoke me a spliff shawty rollin The icky
Out in the East where the shit get Spooky
Nine on my side if you tryna be Funny
One call to my guys and my hittas Make a movie
Band on the table if you tryna play Loodie
Porf got the choppa and Vard got The hoodie
Tssst
No time for a bitch wit no money
Free money Kel bitch I ain't no Dummy
Ridin' wit the hittas cuz they all Shoot for me
NYC yeah I rock with the gully
Run up a check yeah I be on my Bully
Hit me a lick yeah I bop like Diddy
Send her to the streets if the bitch ain't wit me
F*ck that bitch I run up the city
City
City
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