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I be in the city, driving down the street
And I got some new Jordans and they're all up on my feet
I be whippin' 'round my homies in the back seat
And I never give up nah, I can't accept defeat, nah

Say I'm a flexer hmm
Yo mah, I'm finna text her
Crusing 'round town in the Lamb like I'm Dexter
Bitch, you already know Im a finesser (god damn)

And I be ballin
Sick of these hoes who hit me up often
Y'all just simply be trippin' like fallin'
Like bitch, "who gave you my cell to be calling?" hmm
Ballin' so hard, I be Tatum from Boston
Hit with the step back, I'm saucing (drip, splash)
Like a manager, I always be bossin'
You an employee, I'm rockin' (huh, yah)
You can't approach me without using caution
Touch me, my shooters start poppin', ay
All these new hits, that I continue dropping
Grinding so hard, I'm not stoppin'

Yeah I don't stop
Ay, whippin' round in the lot
Told me to pull up, yeah right on the dot
Get me some chipotle with extra guac
Yo bitch a thot
Yea, she snortin coke like its snot
Like LeBron I just hit her with the block
Secure the bag, just pull-up 4 o-clock, yuh
-Chorus-
I be in the city, driving down the street
And I got some new Jordans and they're all up on my feet
I be whippin' 'round my homies in the back seat
And I never give up nah, I can't accept defeat, nah

I be in the city, driving down the street
And I got some new Jordans all up on my feet
And I'm whippin' 'round my homies in the back seat
And I never give up nah, I can't accept defeat, nah