Lyrics to My Town
My town fuck you up don't come this way might be shit outta luck, be shit outta luck, Ouuu shit
My town, fuck you up
Don’t come this way; might be shit outta luck
You see switches and drakes when we hop out the cut. (Hop out the cut)
I’m with all of the smack; crack his head like a nut
I’m with all of the smack 'cause don’t like where I’m at, 'cause I’m really a bastard. (Really a bastard)
I make a play, disappear like I’m Casper
I told 'em don’t try me like I am a rapper
He talking 'bout throwing his fists but don’t even know that the car full of blicks
I’ve been playing with sticks since like 16, don’t even care when they shoot 'cause I know they gone miss
We be killing the ops, get 'em dropped for that diss
You be loving that thot, but she gobbling dick
I be dropping the top when I ride through the six; got a whole lotta fashion, which option to pick?
Whole lotta racks, I’ve been thumbin' and thumbin' and thumbin' it
If I catch you lacking, believe that I’m bumpin' it
I’m sippin' on wocky and walkin' the mummy dis
She turn me up; life could feel like a junky
Hoe, is you laced? Must think I’m dumb; you can’t play with my face
Would’ve got smoked; lucky I got a case
My bitch get to spraying that shit like some mace
I just get to poppin' 'em pills for the taste
Call lil twin; he said, “What you tryna do?” Shit, I’m tryna go back to the block, but I know I’m making this money I rap 200, 300, 400 hundred a pop
I told her keep going; she better not stop
I know that I’m blowing; I just got the drop
Pull up in that foreign, just got off the lot. Lil bro got sum for 'em; your head is a dot
My town, fuck you up
Don’t come this way; might be shit outta luck. (Shit outta luck)
You see switches and drakes when we hop out the cut
I’m with all of the smack; crack his head like a nut
I’m with all of the smack 'cause don’t like where I’m at, 'cause I’m really a bastard
I make a play, disappear like I’m Casper
I told 'em don’t try me like I am a rapper. He talking 'bout throwing his fists but don’t even know that the car full of blicks
I’ve been playing with sticks since like 16, don’t even care when they shoot 'cause I know they gone miss
We be killing the ops, get 'em dropped for that diss
You be loving that thot, but she gobbling dick
I be dropping the top when I ride through the six; got a whole lotta fashion, which option to pick? (Which option to pick?)
Whole lotta racks, I’ve been thumbin' and thumbin' and thumbin' it
If I catch you lacking, believe that I’m bumpin' it
I’m sippin' on wocky and walkin' and mummy dis
She turn me up; life could feel like a junky
Hoe, is you laced? Must think I’m dumb; you can’t play with my face
Would’ve got smoked; lucky I got a case
My bitch get to spraying that shit like some ace
I just get to poppin' 'em pills for the taste
(I just get to poppin em pills for the taste hold on, for the taste, hoe is you laced mmm mmm you can't play with my face alat come on)
My town, fuck you up
Don’t come this way; might be shit outta luck
You see switches and drakes when we hop out the cut. (Hop out the cut)
I’m with all of the smack; crack his head like a nut
I’m with all of the smack 'cause don’t like where I’m at, 'cause I’m really a bastard. (Really a bastard)
I make a play, disappear like I’m Casper
I told 'em don’t try me like I am a rapper
He talking 'bout throwing his fists but don’t even know that the car full of blicks
I’ve been playing with sticks since like 16, don’t even care when they shoot 'cause I know they gone miss
We be killing the ops, get 'em dropped for that diss
You be loving that thot, but she gobbling dick
I be dropping the top when I ride through the six; got a whole lotta fashion, which option to pick?
Whole lotta racks, I’ve been thumbin' and thumbin' and thumbin' it
If I catch you lacking, believe that I’m bumpin' it
I’m sippin' on wocky and walkin' the mummy dis
She turn me up; life could feel like a junky
Hoe, is you laced? Must think I’m dumb; you can’t play with my face
Would’ve got smoked; lucky I got a case
My bitch get to spraying that shit like some mace
I just get to poppin' 'em pills for the taste
Call lil twin; he said, “What you tryna do?” Shit, I’m tryna go back to the block, but I know I’m making this money I rap 200, 300, 400 hundred a pop
I told her keep going; she better not stop
I know that I’m blowing; I just got the drop
Pull up in that foreign, just got off the lot. Lil bro got sum for 'em; your head is a dot
My town, fuck you up
Don’t come this way; might be shit outta luck. (Shit outta luck)
You see switches and drakes when we hop out the cut
I’m with all of the smack; crack his head like a nut
I’m with all of the smack 'cause don’t like where I’m at, 'cause I’m really a bastard
I make a play, disappear like I’m Casper
I told 'em don’t try me like I am a rapper. He talking 'bout throwing his fists but don’t even know that the car full of blicks
I’ve been playing with sticks since like 16, don’t even care when they shoot 'cause I know they gone miss
We be killing the ops, get 'em dropped for that diss
You be loving that thot, but she gobbling dick
I be dropping the top when I ride through the six; got a whole lotta fashion, which option to pick? (Which option to pick?)
Whole lotta racks, I’ve been thumbin' and thumbin' and thumbin' it
If I catch you lacking, believe that I’m bumpin' it
I’m sippin' on wocky and walkin' and mummy dis
She turn me up; life could feel like a junky
Hoe, is you laced? Must think I’m dumb; you can’t play with my face
Would’ve got smoked; lucky I got a case
My bitch get to spraying that shit like some ace
I just get to poppin' 'em pills for the taste
(I just get to poppin em pills for the taste hold on, for the taste, hoe is you laced mmm mmm you can't play with my face alat come on)
