[Intro: BJ the Chicago Kid]
I got you, you got me
When I come to your town (I gotcha)
I got you, you got me
When I come to your town
That's how real n***as get down

[Verse 1]
Shorty its like 5 PM
Take western to the South side, My side
Make sure that you texting when you outside
Said she never been out to Chicago in the summer time
Why I never see you? Cause I'm peeping that you summer fine
From up North but she wanting her some heralds
Getting food then you throw it back like Hollister Apparel
And the way you do it I just wanna offer you a medal
I can be Chicago bae, I ain't asking you to settle

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
So the next time you touch down darling you better hit me
We can put some in the air (in the air)
Cause I got, you got me
When I come to your town (I gotcha)
I want to get out, I want to get out
I want to get around
That's how real n***as get down
[Verse 2]
Stopping by your city and we we about to hit the road
And then after show you the only place I want to go
If it's in New York we get some pizza on the low
If it's in LA In N Out right after n***as roll
If it's Boston maybe we can hit up Masala up in Somerville
Know the deal, maybe fall in love, maybe doging the feels
Sending these emojis catch an uber on my face
I can be Chicago bae, I ain't asking you to say

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
So the next time you touch down darling you better hit me
We can put some in the air (in the air)
Cause I got, you got me
When I come to your town (I gotcha)
I want to get out, I want to get out
I want to get around
That's how real n***as get down

[Bridge: BJ the Chicago Kid & Ric Wilson]
Ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhh, right to the left
Ohhhhhhh, right to the left
Ohhhhhhh, right to the left
Ohhhhhhh, right to the left
That's how real n***as get down
[Verse 3]
I'm a take these n***as back to school again
Me I went to Eisenhower, BJ went to Julian
That's that south side past 95th Harold's up off Halsted
We can picnic up in Beverly I know you been exhausted
Come on through I can show you all the places I would be
All the homies that I got, you my highest luxury
Let me show you all the city that the commercial never see
I'm a be Chicago Bae, when you steping these streets

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
So the next time you touch down darling you better hit me
We can put some in the air (in the air)
Cause I got, you got me
When I come to your town (I gotcha)
I want to get out, I want to get out
I want to get around
That's how real n***as get down