Letra de Citi Trends - YNW BSlime

(Feat. NLE Choppa)

Banger

Young new world, young new wave

Woah, woah, woah

DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

Ayy, drip drop big drip

Dropping when I'm steppin' in

I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends

Keep a MAC-11 on me

Dumb hitters gon' spin a Benz

Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end

Ayy, wait, tell them all boys that slime will go

Ayy, go, hey, go, hey

Why they big mad at lil' bro

Uh, Woah, hey

Gucci Fendi, I rock designer clothes

Ayy, no, hey

No, don’t need security my dawg I pose

Poised in Gucci man

Might have to go Super Saiyan

Run up on me you get hit

Couple shots to your brain

Hop out with it, hop out get it

No Lil Pump gotta scream your ass get it

My hitters got good aim

Power up young mega main

They giving out free smoke

Come get this nigga tame

Oh lord, oh lord

Get yourself outta there

Shots to his door

Pistol packin' yeah we really really 'bout it

Sittin' heavy yeah we is really really 'bout it

Slime said take out the opps

If you was really real about it

We keep a rockstar vibe, that’s a fact

Hop out, uh, Gucci, Louis, Fendi bag

Ayy, drip drop big drip

Dropping when I'm steppin' in

I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends

Keep a MAC-11 on me

Dumb hitters gon' Spinna Benz

Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end

Ayy, wait, tell them all boys that slime will go

Ayy, go, hey, go, hey

Why they big mad at lil' bro

Uh, woah, hey

Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes (NLE the Top Shotta)

Ayy, no, hey

No, don’t need security my dawg I pose (Ayy)

Don't need security because I'm securin' me

Don't think you hearin' me, turn on my earrings

Niggas gon mirror me, won't interfere with me

Chain all purity see that see that shit clearly

Designer rockin' a five in my pocket

I go for the score and you niggas can’t block it

I'm coming like Dragić, ballin' be my hobby

I stop all this talkin' and get you a body

Before you get bodied

They had a body charge me with a body

Man go beat the body

Damn that's somebody get calamari

And hot toddies on molly right

Pull up in the Mazi in the Bay like Mozzy

I post with my posse, we slidin' like hockey

Couple of females that post in the lobby

I walk past and they screamin' out Papi

I said the trends the city gon' trend me

'Posed to condemn me, but they gon envy

Can't keep it friendly, niggas don't list me

Drive on the 10 speed, let out bout 20

We pullin' out the lot straight drop

We poppin' poppin' poppin'

You said what about the opps

They body drop they droppin'

I miss the diamonds and drip with the cheddar

My team speakin' different like they were Rosseta

I thought a nigga knew better

You can't mix the glizzy and the choppas with the berettas

Say he a stepper but I keep this metal

I'd rather go federal 'fore I go medical

Mind over matter (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

My bars they metaphors

I told the police that I’m just a rapper

Ayy, drip drop big drip

Dropping when I'm steppin' in

I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends

Keep a MAC-11 on me

Dumb hitters gon' Spinna Benz

Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end

Ayy, wait, tell them all boys that slime will go

Ayy, go, hey, go, hey

Why they big mad at lil' bro

Uh, Woah, hey

Gucci Fendi, I rock designer clothes

Ayy, no, hey

No, don’t need security my dawg I pose

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