Citi Trends Songtext

von YNW BSlime

(Banger)
Uh, ayy, young new world, yeah, young new wave
Whoa-whoa, whoa (whoa)
Oh-oh (DJ on the beat, so it′s a banger)

Ayy, drip drop, big drip, droppin' when I′m steppin' in
I remember bein' broke, used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 on me, dumb hitters gon′ spin a Benz
Keep tryna play with the gang, that′s how your story gon' end

Ayy, huh, wait, uh, tell ′em all boys that slime will go
Ayy, go, hey, why they big mad at lil' bro?
Uh, whoa, hey, Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes
Ayy, no, hey, no, don′t need security, my dawg, I pose

Poised in Gucci, man
Might have to go super sane
Run up on me, you get hit
Couple shots to your brain
Hop out wit' it, hop out get it
No-no, Lil Pump gotta scream an, "Esskeetit"

My hitters got good aim
Power up young mega main
They givin′ out free smoke
Come get this nigga tamed
Oh Lord, oh Lord
Get yourself outta there
Shots to his door

Pistol packin', yeah, we really-really 'bout it
Sittin′ heavy, yeah, we is really-really ′bout it
Slime said, "Take out the opps"
"If you was really real 'bout it"
We keep a rock star vibe, that′s a fact, heh
Hop out, uh, Gucci Louis Fendi bag (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Ayy, drip drop, big drip, droppin′ when I'm steppin′ in
I remember bein' broke, used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 on me, dumb hitters gon' spin a Benz
Keep tryna play with the gang, that′s how your story gon′ end

Ayy, huh, wait, uh, tell 'em all boys that slime will go
Ayy, go, hey, why they big mad at lil′ bro?
Uh, whoa, hey, Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes (NLE the Top Shotta)
Ayy, no, hey, no, don't need security, my dawg, I pose (ayy)

Don′t need security because I'm securin′ me
Don't think you hearin' me, turn on my earrings
Niggas gon′ mirror me, won′t interfere with me
Chain all purity, see that shit clearly (brrt-brrt)

Designer rockin' a .5 in my pocket
I go for the score, and you niggas can′t block it (gang, gang-gang)
I'm comin′ like Dragic, ballin' be my hobby
I stop all this talkin′, and get you a body

Before you get bodied
They had a body, charge me with a body (ayy, ayy-ayy)
Man, go beat the body (ayy, ayy)
Damn, that's somebody get calamari
And hot toddies on molly right

Pull up in the Mazi' in the Bay like Mozzy
I post with my posse, we slidin′ like hockey
Couple of females that post in the lobby (grrt, grrt)
I walk, past and they screamin′ out, "Papi" (grrt) (ayy, ayy)

I said, "The trends, the city gon' trend me"
′Posed to condemn me, but they gon' envy
Can′t keep it friendly, niggas don't list me
Drive on the 10 speed, let out ′bout 20

We pullin' out the lot straight drop (brrt)
We poppin', poppin′, poppin′ (brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt)
You said, "What about the opps?"
They body drop, they droppin' (brrrt)

I miss the diamonds, and drip with the cheddar
My team speakin′ different like they were Rosseta (ayy)
I thought a nigga knew better
You can't mix the Glizzy, and the choppas with the berettas (ayy)

Say he a stepper, but I keep this metal
I′d rather go federal 'fore I go medical (ayy)
Mind over matter, my bars they metaphors (DJ on the beat, so it′s a banger)
I told the police that I'm just a rapper (ayy)

Ayy, drip drop, big drip, droppin' when I′m steppin′ in
I remember bein' broke (gang), used to shop at Citi Trends (brrt-brrt)
Keep a MAC-11 on me, dumb hitters gon′ spin a Benz (spin a Benz)
Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon′ end (brrt)

Ayy, huh, wait, uh (ayy), tell 'em all boys that slime will go
Ayy, go, hey, why they big mad at lil′ bro?
Uh, whoa, hey, Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes (designer clothes)
Ayy, no, hey, no, don't need security, my dawg, I pose (my dawg, I pose)

Brrt, brrt, brrt