Preme city ft. Lilqua50 Lyrics

In the hoods, I don't know what I'm into

Takin' chances, I don't know what I'm into

Tryin' to stay like King, I'm into it

I would never put a cheese

This ain't what you want, this ain't what you need

If I reach, he walk harder than a Fiji, I pour it in the cream

Slide cars lined up, I'm knockin' fiends

Got some Debbie, Debbie cakes, came as a team

I'm rushin, I'm ten minutes old, I got in the speed

Jackie beatin' down the J, I tell Jackie, gotta meet

Morgan one of forty, I got Marty spillin' in my seat

Tommy Oakes, Jimmy Joe, they all comin' down the street

I got a lineup of O2, meet me by the creek

They flick the lights too quick, a couple thousand fallin' in my seat

Price is low, fourteen for a bowl if you get more than three

I've been throwin' every block in Milwaukee like a DVD

I'm talkin' Cubs when I'm on the phone with Tone

And I got some D.R.C.'s, jump in a whip and get it on

I'm beatin' down the North

Hand in hand, I tell my heads I love him when I crack the door

On the phone with Blender right now, I'm takin' my to the store

I could've went and bought some kicks instead, I pour the four

He went and bought a bitch a bag, he could've grabbed a bowl

It's on the floor, then I smash, cause I got some more

You want some fire, take my number, make sure that you lock it

Three seven play, that's a zippy, twin off in a pop it

And I can't sit out in the front, bro, I'm bout a hundred

If he ain't game, don't come around, I'll be quick to slam

Eddie on the run, he got me though, she a hoe

My grind dirty, fifteen years of peace, man, all we done just hide it

So we're a bimmin' day and night, we can't stop or hide it

You talkin' books, fifteen thousand sittin' in the Bible

Ain't got a beat, don't come around, you probably wear the wire

In the coupe, flushin' from the Burbs, they be poppin' tires

Wrong style, tryna suck these grams, baby, I'm a miner

I got two-fifty comin' down, meet me by the porch

Move wrong, tryna wrong, right, we gon' stop the court

We in the V-Hawk, and I'm down, tryna stop his heart

Just me and Xavier in the structure

Tammy came with Sammy, no, I'm back to pullin' hiders

I'm tryna get these balls in your names, I'm a miner

We go for something, crack a dollar and a hand, then we vibin

Moms, I threw some in my cup, straight parkin' the rapper's side

If they poor, I'm gon' bend, that's my kin, I rob a home

No, you can't honor, that's for me, if I seek, I'm a father

You got a twist, shake, pull somethin' like a poppin

In the kitchen, tryna bring it back, you hear this water poppin

You knew this shit was gon' be dope by the way she dropped it

Pull it out the water, let it sit and drive with a napkin

Talk to moms, they can't see me in her wallet

Give me a lil' minute, I'll be in L.A. shinin

Tell me bout my paper, big worm, home slidin

SRT, beat the street, you can hear this bitch prayin

I'm on fire