City Lit ft. Peezy Lyrics

On the road chasing paper, my phone been on DND

Put the bag before the BS nigga when you mention me

Trap Lord, she got to be faithful, she wanna be spoiled

Birkin bag my bitch cause she was way too hot for Tom Ford

Really live this shit nigga, on and off the gram

I see all my money, I ain't got to pay Uncle Sam

Me and the plug forever, locked in nigga, that's my fam

I keep a Glock with a extra Thirty with me in case it jam

And that switchy on it too, niggas hate I got the juice

Real mobster from the roots, niggas see me they salute

Like the president, I'm riding in something bulletproof

Sip a pint a day, my tolerance too high for a deuce

She wanna be my main bitch, how I post to explain this

Killers all I hang with, nigga E ain't change a bit

Trapping until I'm filthy rich, take over like triple six

Started selling dimes and nicks nigga I got my city lit

Nigga I got my city lit, put on everybody in this bitch

Made thousandaires out of camera men, made regular niggas start carrying sticks

Made niggas start bossing up they bitch, made him stop playing I done sent out hits

Know the ghetto boys clan, stand on business, size thirteen cause I stand on shit

See this chain I spent some bands on this, bet not put your hands on this

I got out of town killers, sit in vans and shit, pop out Kansas shit

We done came a long way, we got plans and shit, no we don't plan on quitting

She done came a long way, I know we planned a trip, but I hit her and dipped

Bro been telling me that I'm too humble got to pop my shit

Your nigga ain't got a watch like this that nigga ain't got a pot to piss

I might just put curtains up in the kitchen can't let him watch the mix

Sniper gang we is not gone miss let off thirty pop the switch

You gone think bro big as hell till he hop your fence

You might think you rich or something but you not that lit

We been through all type of shit we not gone snitch

We not gone cop no fifth we gone plea the fifth