Citi Trends Lyrics – YNW BSlime
Singer: YNW BSlime
Title: Citi Trends
(Bang, bang, bang)
Uh, hey
Young New World here on the way
Aye, drip drop, big drip
Drop me when I’m steppin’ in
I remember being broke
Used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 ’round me
Dumb head, it’s gon’ spin the Benz
Keep tryna play with the gang
That’s how your story gon’ end
Aye, huh, wait, uh
Tell ’em when a boy is dead, slime won’t go
Aye, gone, hey
Why they big mad at lil’ bro?
Oh, whoa, hey
Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes
Aye, no, hey
No, don’t need security, my dawg got poles
Boy, stay in Gucci, man
You might have to go Super Saiyan
Run up on me, you get hit
Couple shots to your brain
Hop out with it
Hop out, get it
Know Lil Pump got her screamin’ “esketit”
My hitters got good aim
Power up your n#gg#, man
They giving out free smoke
Come get this nicotine
Oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
Scared to step out of the house
Shots to his door
Piss, right, I heard all about it
Sittin’ heavy, and we really read ’bout it
Simon said, “Take out the opps”
If you was real, really ’bout it
We keep a rock star vibe, that’s a fact, yeah
Hopped out, uh
Gucci, Louis, Fendi bag, aye
Drip drop, big drip
Drop me when I’m steppin’ in
I remember being broke
Used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 ’round me
Dumb head, it’s gon’ spin the Benz
Keep tryna play with the gang
That’s how your story gon’ end
Aye, huh, wait, uh
Tell ’em when a boy is dead, slime won’t go
Aye, gone, hey
Why they big mad at lil’ bro?
Oh, whoa, hey
Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes
Aye, no, hey (NLE the Top Shotta)
No, don’t need security, my dawg got poles (NLE)
Don’t need security because I’m securing me
Don’t think you hear me, ten on my earrings
n#gg#s gon’ mirror me, won’t interfere on me
Chain on purity, see the sh#t clearly
Designer rockin’, my Five in my pocket
I go for the score, and you n#gg#s can’t block it
I’m comin’ like Dragić, ballin’ be my hobby
Aye, stop all that talkin’ and get you a body
Before you get bodied
Been hid a body, charge me with the body
Then, go beat the body
Damn, that’s a body, got calamari
And had to tie this on my left and right
Pull up in the Masi’, in the back like Mozzy
I pose with my posse, we slidin’ like hockey
Couple a females that pose in the lobby
I walk past, and they screamin’ out, “Papi”
I set the trends, the city gon’ cheer on me
Folks can leave me, but they gon’ hear me
We can’t keep it friendly, n#gg#s don’t listen
We drive on the ten speed, let out that twenty
We pullin’ out the last straight drop
We poppin’, poppin’, poppin’
You say, “What about the opps?
They bodies droppin’, droppin'”
I mix the diamonds, on drip with the cheddar
My chief speakin’ different language like Rosetta
I thought a n#gg# knew better
You can’t mix the glizzy and the choppas with the Beretta
Say he a stepper, but I took his metal
I’d rather go federal ‘fore I go medical
Mind over matter, my bars, they metaphors
I told the police that I’m just a regular
Drip drop, big drip
Drop me when I’m steppin’ in
I remember being broke
Used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 ’round me
Dumb head, it’s gon’ spin the Benz
Keep tryna play with the gang
That’s how your story gon’ end
Aye, huh, wait, uh
Tell ’em when a boy is dead, slime won’t go
Aye, gone, hey
Why they big mad at lil’ bro?
Oh, whoa, hey
Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes
Aye, no, hey
No, don’t need security, my dawg got poles
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