City of the poverty ft. 2lettadoee & 2lettatinyD Lyrics

Ayy, it's K Money and this is Motherfuckin

Ayy, ayy

It's the city out of poverty

You don't get no words out of me, that's how it gotta be

I'm drippin' in designer piece, they wanna follow me

Nigga gotta step in your lane if you ain't snatchin' no chain

They tryna copy team, I know some niggas tryna cop a heater with a beam

Bag moves, two letta really be the team

Niggas playin', walkin' down, I want the biggest piece

Half of these niggas walkin', really be some geeks

Cash out like damn, I need some bigger jeans

Pull up to the store, I need the Russian cream

I had this one lil' bitch, I used to make her scream

Tryna pull up in a foreign with the rarest seats

While I caught y'all attention, y'all could take a seat

I've been countin' up this money, it ain't make-believe

I'm tryna take them chips next we overseas

Hold up, let me see what I got, I said

Young nigga, so it's hard to comprehend

Lil' man caught a show before he ever touched a band

Still ain't touch a band, but it's okay, cause he a kid

Them niggas spyin', tell him he don't get no rank for shootin' kids

Ayy, ain't never steppin', niggas hangin' on the 200

Hit him in his neck, so it's hard for him to choose some

DB hella big, say he need Drakey when he shoot some

Ayy, say he need Drakey when he shoot some

Right or wrong, foot or two, I'm gettin' on

Holla smoke when you ain't slip, these niggas playin' on my phone

No DP for middle fingers in his face, and buddy froze

I need freak, but if she can't bust a date, she goin' home

Ayy, miscommunication in the field to get your head blown

Steady up in traffic, never lackin', niggas hella backwards

Niggas never touch a phone or two, but we can get it crackin

Whole lotta cappin', shit tragic, not a bit of snappin

Everybody laughin', chain snatchin', this shit automatic

It's on the floor, do my dance when I feel the cash in

Throw up the scope, tell him slide if he bout that action

Throw up the scope, tell him slide if he bout that action

I call the play real smooth, I feel like Phil Jackson

Okay, eight up in the cut, tryna knock a bad bitch

Okay, tiny in it, he tryna, too static

Niggas trippin' on my team, we gon' let him have it

Told my lil' niggas stay in school, this not what it seems

Cheers up the dub, another dub, that's some ripe cheese

G27, shootin' movies like it's Spike Lee

Told niggas slide this, tell him where you like me

To let it gang, bitch, niggas fallin' off of nothing

Told a bitch to bust a plate, you can leave if you ain't fuckin

Cash in when he workin', freshen up with that burner

Hittin' out Oaks, that's like winnings for a water gun

Bitch, I made two of the gang, I ain't never had no big homie

These pants tights, I do my doggie with the stick on me

Oh, he got no pull-up in this party, we gon' get on him

That two-letter, it stands for bag move

They ain't gon' switch on it, I been on it

And he ain't nigga in it, tend to trip for it

Last nigga, I took it off, just look, he ain't did shit for it

Free Mac, the judge, tryna throw the book and he gon' sit for it

Been a few seasons, said a word and I'm gon' hit for him

Free Mac, knock, nigga

Black Jack, nigga

KD in this motherfuckin' bitch

Heard that, nigga, K-Money in this bitch

Y'all already know, got this city on the rise, nigga

2023, R-Year, nigga