E-Dub Montana & Nikko Suavé - City To City

When you see me, I'm the one
Comin' out the gutter, born in the slums
Got your bitch on her knees, gimme gums
Always kept it real, lost a lot of day ones
I done touched some paper
I done seen some tons
I done went to war
Had a lot of guns
I done met some witches
I done met some nuns
All my life, I been broke
On my way to get my riches
I ain't sharin' none
It's all about the money, we don't do this shit for fun
Fuck you, pay me when you meet the barrel of my gun
We don't do no rap beef, I don't fuck with swine
I fuck with different bitches, I ain't got no type
The wait is over, junkies know I serve 'em right
They love it when I mix the baking soda with the white
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state to state
I'm puttin' Tampa on the map
'Cause we known for totin' on the strap
I been in the game so long
I'm married to the streets
When you see drug dealers, rappers, thugs
Those are all my friends
I stay away from rats, snitches, cops
Those are all your kins
Add a little water with the baking soda
Junkies love the way it blends
When I touch down, everybody wins
One bad bitch ain't enough
I need a set of twins
My girl a dime, big booty, plus that pussy tight
She ain't caught an attitude yet
So I might let her spend the night
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state to state
I'm puttin' Tampa on the map
'Cause we known for totin' on the strap
I been on the grind 24/7 in the streets
I ain't hard to find
E-Dub Montana, Dirty Bay, we run central Florida
We the main supply
If you fuck with us, you puttin' your life on the line
I'ma come through, take your bitch like she been mine
Started at the bottom but I'm climbin' to the top
I'ma show you what the hype when my album drop
I done started some shit, I ain't ever gonna stop
Shoutout to my Primo Kilo, he done set up shop
I'ma keep on smokin' 'til my lungs collapse
You done dropped like 5 mixtapes, all your shit is wack
I'm spittin' hood tales, I don't give a fuck about no rap
If you put in work and gettin' caught, you quick to snitch and rat
Please don't play no games with us, we take this shit too serious
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state to state
I'm puttin' Tampa on the map
'Cause we known for totin' on the strap
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state to state
I'm puttin' Tampa on the map
'Cause we known for totin' on the strap
I been movin' packs and flippin' racks, I'm with my team
When you see my name up on that song, you know I got some heat
613 to 813, I'm nationwide, I'm on the scene
E-Dub Montana done hit up my line
I'm mixin' the songs and now that's my sleeze
I was fuckin' on some many hoes last night
I think I made all of em' cream
Sippin' wockhardt, she take off her socks
I gave her that gas and she eatin' the cock
I heard the opps wanna fuck on my bitch
They ass gettin' work if they step on the block
I be outside with the guys and we steppin' on shit
We cleanin' them boys like a mop
And I ain't fuckin' with no lames
If we got pics then your ass get cropped
Yeah, I'm on that real shit
That go outside and start feelin' bitches
That drop an album and it got no misses
She pop it open, woulda thought it's Christmas
Shoutout my guy E-Dub Montana man
We bringing this shit all the way from Long Island
To central Florida baby, you know how we rockin'
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state to state
I'm puttin' Tampa on the map
'Cause we known for totin' on the strap
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state to state
I'm puttin' Tampa on the map
'Cause we known for totin' on the strap

Written by:
Nikko Bibars, Eddie Rodriguez

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