YNW BSlime - Citi Trends lyrics
[Intro: YNW BSlime] Banger Young new world, young new wave Woah, woah, woah DJ on the beat, so it's a banger [Chorus: YNW BSlime] Ay, 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 Ay, wait, tell them all boys that slime will go Ay, go, hey, go, hey Why they big mad at lil' bro Uh, woah, hey Gucci Fendi I rock designer clothes Ay, no, hey No don't need security my dawg I pose [Verse 1: YNW BSlime] Poised in Gucci, man Might have to go super sane Run up on me you get hit Couple shots to your brain Hop out wit 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 ni**a 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 [Chorus: YNW BSlime & NLE Choppa] Ay, 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 Ay, wait, tell them all boys that slime will go Ay, go, hey, go, hey Why they big mad at lil' bro Uh, woah, hey Gucci Fendi I rock designer clothes (NLE the Top Shotta) Ay, no, hey No don't need security my dawg I pose (Ayy) [Verse 2: NLE Choppa] Don't need security because I'm securin' me Don't think you hearin me turn on my earrings ni**as gon mirror me, won't interfere with me Chain all purity see that see that sh*t clearly Designer rockin a five in my pocket I go for the score and you ni**as can't block it I'm coming like Dragic, 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 thats 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 ni**as 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 ni**a 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 [Chorus: YNW BSlime] Ay, 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 Ay, wait, tell them all boys that slime will go Ay, go, hey, go, hey Why they big mad at lil bro Uh, woah, hey Gucci Fendi I rock designer clothes Ay, no, hey No don't need security my dawg I pose