Thru My City - Kirko Bangz

This is how I do it when I swang thru' my city

This is how I do it when I swang thru' my city

I do it for the north side the east side

The south and I can’t forget the west side

Say that we rollin on choppaz (chop chop chop chop ima keep on chopping)

And we ain’t trippin' keep it pimping for them rappers

Long as my city rolling with me who gon' stop us, H-Town

I swang thru the parking lot

Swang know what im talking about

Rolling on the big wheels

Your tires look like polka dots

Mines look like Botox

Pop the trunk the show stop

You the type to cock block while I create a road block

Suicidal doors on the whip would knock ya tooth out

Have you somersaulting like Cheryl James when schools out

Baby this is my year

Im who you should know about

Peeling thru the streets my car in curious george mouth

Hailing from the east and on the beats im a beast

A lyrical caterpillar ill be flying in a week

And ain’t no ice up in my drink, I got the code dont need the key

Im on the road like butter yeah they can’t believe its me

Part of a hustler, mind of a G

H-town trouble maker, spine at her ease

Im the backbone, that all black on

We’re respecting and protecting like I got the strap ons

But I never had a gun and I never had a pistol

But I still drop bombs im the shit for a missile on the pearl harbor nigga

Ill be working harder than a mexican in august paying for his daughters

quinceañera

I don’t want them folgers money, just give me them starbucks nigga

Cop a coupe and call it Chris Brown, how its crawling nigga crawling nigga

Through the streets like a centipede.

(nice be killing me)

But through it all, i stood tall and im still a G