[Intro]
Huh? What?
Come on
Yeah, slatt, slatt
It's 'Box
Huh? What? Yeah
Come on, it's 'Box
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
We the ones running the city
I got a bag and these n***as mad
Mr. T, I ain't showing no pity
One false move, we on your ass
Won't stop 'til the gun turn empty
I got some problems, I paid them the fee
And they bringing me back your kidney
Pussy boy, you better not tempt me
We the ones running the city
I got a bag and these n***as mad
Mr. T, I ain't showing no pity
One false move, we on your ass
Won't stop 'til the gun turn empty
I got some problеms, I paid them the fee
And they bringing mе back your kidney
Pussy boy, you better not tempt me
[Verse 1]
Can't catch you then we killing your brother
If we get too desperate, we kidnap your mother
I'm on the block with my n***as slime
We sliming the city but won't slime each other
This bitch crazy, she think I'm a fool
But baby, I'm gangster, ain't never a sucker
We in the club in VIP, she tryna make love like my name was Usher
Hundred round drum and 357, he tryna take something
Then he meating the reverend
Me and this n***a ain't on the same level
I'm fucking her raw while him on her texts
Since we got into it, we been giving 'em hell
I wonder why y'all think y'all going to Heaven
I know some n***as that's locked in the cell
They can't call my phone until turn seven

[Chorus]
We the ones running the city
I got a bag and these n***as mad
Mr. T, I ain't showing no pity
One false move, we on your ass
Won't stop 'til the gun turn empty
I got some problems, I paid them the fee
And they bringing me back your kidney
Pussy boy, you better not tempt me
We the ones running the city
I got a bag and these n***as mad
Mr. T, I ain't showing no pity
One false move, we on your ass
Won't stop 'til the gun turn empty
I got some problems, I paid them the fee
And they bringing me back your kidney
Pussy boy, you better not tempt me
[Verse 2]
My bitch bad, when we in the bed
I'm making her sing like she was Mariah
Folks stick raw, he ain't using condom
Be burning up hoes without using lighters
But don't think he's slow, if you drop his lo'
Don't care about the kids, he still gon' ice her
I got a bad lil' asian bitch
She be with the gang but she not a sniper
Jaydo had died, it got deep in these trenches
Like a BeyBlade, them Jump Out's be spinning and spinning
I come from [?] begin
We took some losses, whatever we started, we finished
Why would I stop? Is you kidding?
How come it's luck when nothing in life is given?
These n***as soft and bitches
I get the world in my shoulder
And still not tripping

[Chorus]
We the ones running the city
I got a bag and these n***as mad
Mr. T, I ain't showing no pity
One false move, we on your ass
Won't stop 'til the gun turn empty
I got some problems, I paid them the fee
And they bringing me back your kidney
Pussy boy, you better not tempt me
We the ones running the city
I got a bag and these n***as mad
Mr. T, I ain't showing no pity
One false move, we on your ass
Won't stop 'til the gun turn empty
I got some problems, I paid them the fee
And they bringing me back your kidney
Pussy boy, you better not tempt me