[ Featuring Whiney ]
I've been ridin' through the city, gun fingers in the air, what you feeling like, (woah woah woah)
Head boppin' out the window, tryna feel alive, (woah woah woah)
I swear there's something 'bout the city, fast livin' got the pretty little women like, (woah woah woah)
Shake something out the window, make you feel alive, (woah woah woah)
Listen, you know I've been ridin' through the city, gun fingers in the air, what you feeling like, (woah woah woah)
Head boppin' out the window, tryna feel alive, (woah woah woah)
I swear there's something 'bout the city, fast livin' got the pretty little women like, (woah woah woah)
Shake something out the window, make you feel alive, (woah woah woah)
See my main is a 8 but my side is a 10,
Not complaining, it change when you're nice with the pen,
Came in the game and I'm thriving again,
Let me dump, dump, dump then I'm riding again,
Plane to the caymans I'm hiding again,
Who you higher than, I took to the skies with my friends,
No loose ends, I ain't trying to pretend,
I see many enemies all disguised in my ends,
Yo she heard I was writing again,
So she shot that shot now she's my ting again,
I see a old ting block me on iMessage,
Then I see the dot, dot, dot, then I'm typing again
Front seat foot down yeah I'm driving again,
I pull the strings like a violin again,
If I link Benj on a Saturday, S on a Sunday,
On Monday I'm grinding again,
Said he got the 44, well I spit like a 442, who you tryna defend,
If he's my rival I'm liable to light him up, its bonfires when I'm rhyming again,
Yo she heard I got over my ex so its knock, knock, knock, are you hiring again,
I'm counting my pounds, got a penny for my thoughts, I don't want hear lend me a fiver again,
I'm cosy, didn't want know yeah the thought I was down and said nah don't revive him again, (silly little fools)
Don't ever try count me out, I'm back swinging, I'm Tyson agin (silly little fools)
If you wanna go pound for pound, I'm 'bout it now, don't try me again (silly little fools)
If you wanna go round for round, I'll load it now I'm firing again
Through the city, gun fingers in the air, what you feeling like, (woah woah woah)
Head boppin' out the window, tryna feel alive, (woah woah woah)
I swear there's something 'bout the city, fast livin' got the pretty little women like, (woah woah woah)
Shake something out the window, make you feel alive, (woah woah woah)
Listen, you know I've been ridin' through the city, gun fingers in the air, what you feeling like, (woah woah woah)
Head boppin' out the window, tryna feel alive, (woah woah woah)
I swear there's something 'bout the city, fast livin' got the pretty little women like, (woah woah woah)
Shake something out the window, make you feel alive, (woah woah woah)
