BanQ Boyz - City Man

Young wild n****
Born in Michigan
I ain't never listen so
A n**** needed discipline
Always been a boss
I ain't never play the middle man
Cut the b**** off now
She back on my d*** again
It's the winter time so we
Figure we gone chill again
When it's summer time
We gone hop back
On that tip again
We be with that gang with that
Dog in that mini van
Front to hit the mall
No f*** it go to city man
I'm a big dog
I don't take no L's
Heard the ops man died
He ain't take that well
Standing on the corner
He ain't make that sell
Before a op kill me
I'll hang myself
B**** I'm front to go live
Tell them p**** n***** tap in
We ain't never lacking all my
N***** brought the straps in
All these n***** capping
They avoid the interaction
N**** try to snatch my carrots
We gone hop out like a rabbit
Young wild n****
Born in Michigan
I ain't never listen so
A n**** needed discipline
Always been a boss
I ain't never play the middle man
Cut the b**** off now
She back on my d*** again
It's the winter time so we
Figure we gone chill again
When it's summer time
We gone hop back
On that tip again
We be with that gang with that
Dog in that mini van
Front to hit the mall
No f*** it go to city man
F*** her then I
Check out the meridian
N***** ain't up on my type of time
Let me check my wrist again
If I say f*** you then it's f*** you
Don't want to make amends
Will I ever care about these
B****** well that s*** depends
Dinero hit my line and he say
He got this track for me
That's my hundred years
Ain't no need to ever act funny
Get up out your body
Have them medics wrap him
Like a mummy after we get to
Beating on his body with this
Drum dummy
I was raised up in Detroit Michigan
Where they got them pounds
Of that powder look like Michelin
Coming to the city would've
Thought it was eighty six again
And that's facts that's not a fiction
Ain't no need to pretend
Young wild n****
Born in Michigan
I ain't never listen so
A n**** needed discipline
Always been a boss
I ain't never play the middle man
Cut the b**** off now
She back on my d*** again
It's the winter time so we
Figure we gone chill again
When it's summer time
We gone hop back
On that tip again
We be with that gang with that
Dog in that mini van
Front to hit the mall
No f*** it go to city man
A young dread head n****
Talking that s*** again
Don't step to me or you gone
Make a n**** trip again
Multiply my money b****
I need my dividends
I'll say it louder for the n*****
That ain't listening
Pop him like a perk
If he send the addy get Ritalin
Put an x on his eyes now he
Out of there get rid of him
That pump to his stomach
He diabetic and need insulin
He gone be coughing blood
Like he took a shot of cinnamon
Rich say them h*** gone
F*** whoever popping
That's why I dog them all
These n***** softer than some cotton
He talking stupid until I put
That forty to his noggin
Get it popping like some cornered
Potatoes and leave him rotting
Young wild n****
Born in Michigan
I ain't never listen so
A n**** needed discipline
Always been a boss
I ain't never play the middle man
Cut the b**** off now
She back on my d*** again
It's the winter time so we
Figure we gone chill again
When it's summer time
We gone hop back
On that tip again
We be with that gang with that
Dog in that mini van
Front to hit the mall
No f*** it go to city man

Written by:
Kreig Randall, Ste'Tavion Little, Stepharion Little, Stephen Herd

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