City Flow Video (MV)

Yeah, it's drama time, Miko's in the summertime Call up my nigga A.B., I know he down to ride
Or turn around, get up in it like a slip n' slide Can't trust these hoes, niggas need the
We ain't stackin' pens, money only thing we stackin' Pain is temporary,
But the swag is everlasting
I like just one shawty, but she come with too much baggage Niggas eatin' whoever winnin',
Man, these niggas Be so faggot

Waitin' out state, I got hoes in every state Now you start talkin' to me and all of a sudden you goin' on dates
Not a run for the money, I'm like Brian with the chase now You doin' too much talkin',
Baby, ask her, baby, face Down
Hun, city's finishin', nigga, I'm too real for this Now we on still, parlor model, Javi's in the blitz
Real niggas hearin' me, I broke niggas, ain't feelin' this If you ain't on my team,
You on the sidelines cheerin', Bitch

These niggas out here savin' hoes like Geico Shawty said I'm broke, I said it must've been a typo
Feelin' like I'm 2-3, I ain't talkin' bout no Michael This rap is shit easy,
I can do this with my eyes closed
Nah, seriously, ziggy, yeah, but literally Fear God,
Don't, cause only God can put fear in me
Can't compare me to your old nigga, are you kiddin' me?
Baby, I'm your blessing, it's your loss if you get rid of Me

Hun, yeah, I'm thin' up, drip, yeah, eat it up She mad at her niggas,
So she come and come and beat it up
Ain't no comparison, them niggas, they ain't seein' her Yeah, shawty bad,
But, eh, she went freakin' off
Watch me stash it, bro, finna bag it I ain't tryna flex this one,
That barely even flash it
These the mirror jeans, man, I ain't gotta tag it Bitch can't stand me,
Duck up in it like I'm Cassius

Did you get that? I ain't with the chit-chat Nigga mad
At me because he can't get his bitch back
All I take's just one call to pull up where them sticks at
Baby, bro, I'm stuntin' till I get that hoe a tic-tac
This is no Reggie, feelin' kinda edgy
All about my green, nigga, all we ate is veggies
Me blowin' greens, I'm like 88 and 80
Got that bitch from Portugal, she can't even understand me

Yeah, uh, man, these niggas corny, though Yeah,
I DM'd you, I was probably a little horny, thoug
You can be my Juliet, but I can't be your
Romeo Ain't my problem like
Robert Horry, he play for San Antonio
Niggas just like these hoes, it ain't no difference
Hoes got fake bodies and these niggas rap fishin
Nah, I ain't lyin', I got God as my witness
Imagine me frontin' on my song for some bitches