NG City - 6thDayOut

Let's go
Woahh I'm back
6th day out
Yeen got no stick don't come out the house
I pull out these racks they straight out the couch
Walk in the bank thats a lager amount
Moon walk wit Balenciaga's on
These pussy niggas scared go home
Pop me a addy I took off I'm gone
If you ain't got blues nigga get the fuck on for real
If shooting was a sport go hard or go home
Only thang good Big Supa back home
G6 I'm sliding out matte black gone
Honey bun in my pocket now Big Supa on
That fuck nigga watchin my pocket
Send shots to his head now a pussy nigga gone
Price on his head shots to his bed
Ion give a fuck get the whole fam gone
Yea back to the business
City back out now he back gettin it
An he talkin bout a whole lotta faces
Ice on my neck like its hockey I'm chilling
Shirt off in the hood like a ma fuckin villain
VV my chain I ain't tuckin I ain't slippin
Spent 1500 yesterday on a glizzy
Say he called my phone I didn't rang I ain't get it
8500 just like Ocho he missing its Supa
Yeen got no stick don't come out the house
I pull out these racks they straight out the couch
Walk in the bank thats a lager amount
Moon walk wit Balenciaga's on
These pussy niggas scared go home
Pop me a addy I took off I'm gone
If you ain't got blues nigga get the fuck on for real
Get the fuck out of my face yeen want to do it
T-shirt off white and the belt Louie
Fresh out them chains yea City back right to it
She want to fuck on my tats so I let her do it
3300 for the bags City Pat Ewing
He ain't want to serve me so I let Grip do it
Thought he was slick he scared but I fuckin knew it
3600 NG bitch back to it
6th day out

Written by:
Willie Robinson

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