Intro (#FREEJT)

(专辑： Girl Code - 2018)

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(Out the city)

Yeah, QC be the clique and we winning (QC)
Me and JT the realest bitches standing
'Cause Lord knows that I miss her (I miss her)
But I'ma hold this shit down for my sister (Hold it down)
These hoes just hate to give me credit (Never)
It's all good, baby, I'll take the debit (Haha)
My hand rubber, we could bet it (We could bet it)
We ain't soft, but I got the most edges (Yup)
The diamonds, the rings, and the watches, the bracelets
And half another night, so I understand the hating
Cause more politic while I'm out at Vegas
50K tab and Chanel on the latest
Deep wag, tailored in the 6, sitting fluffy
Check my DM, another rapper wanna fuck me
AP on my arm, I done think I got a two
With my family out West like boss bitches do
All my life I've been going against the odds
Tryna come up on me, better keep your job
A round of applause for the boss ass bitches
Who made it on their own, and they shitting on niggas
Girl, let that nigga know
If he ain't breaking bread, then he gotta go
Ride Benz when you met him
These fuck niggas want you to sweat 'em
They'll run you to the ground if you let 'em

Y'all niggas better get y'all checks up
And y'all hoes better get y'all bets up
Y'all can bet y'all asses outta here
We gon' fuck the game up when I come home
This call is from a federal prison
Period (Haha, talk that shit JT)
When I was doing time, y'all hoes was doing fine
But when I come home, it's over for y'all hoes
Get they ass ran

The City Girls, we the hottest in the county
Google me, bitch, yeah, I'm a real brownie
I came up under hustlers
To the streets, shit, a bitch been accustomed
But lemme chill 'cause I'm getting in my feelings
Coming to sidetrack me from the millions
I got a message for you and them
Bitches, start worrying 'bout your motherfucking children
Fuck that rap shit, I'll fight a bitch, period
Matter of fact, I don't sit around, bitch, period
I can count on my hands who really see the vision
Old City Girls verse, Pee ain't clearing it
Wait 'til my sister come home
We gon' really get these motherfuckers gone (Get 'em gone)
We gon' really put these bitches in the zone
And show 'em that the City Girls really putting on, period

I wanna send a shoutout to all my City Girls and City Boys
Be holding me the fuck down, pulled me out of quarreling
Get they asses, Miami, don't let up on 'em hoes
Fuck them hoes, them hoes ain't got no money
Them hoes need to worry about they motherfucking kids
And worry about they baby daddies
Fuck, when I come home
Period, game over