Citi Trends Lyrics

[Intro: YNW BSlime]
Banger
Young new world, young new wave
Woah, woah, woah
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

[Chorus: YNW BSlime]
Ayy, drip drop big drip
Dropping when I'm steppin' in
I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 on me
Dumb hitters gon' spinna Benz
Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end
Ayy, wait, tell them all boys that slime will go
Ayy, go, hey, go, hey
Why they big mad at lil' bro
Uh, woah, hey
Gucci, Fendi I rock designer clothes
Ayy, no, hey
No, don't need security my dawg, I pose

[Verse 1: YNW BSlime]
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 Lil Pump gotta scream your ass get it
My hitters got good aim
Power up young mega main
They giving out free smoke
Come get this nigga tame
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 about it
We keep a rockstar vibe, that's a fact
Hop out, uh, Gucci, Louis, Fendi bag
[Chorus: YNW BSlime & NLE Choppa]
Ayy, drip drop big drip
Dropping when I'm steppin' in
I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 on me
Dumb hitters gon' spinna Benz
Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end
Ayy, wait, tell them all boys that slime will go
Ayy, go, hey, go, hey
Why they big mad at lil' bro
Uh, woah, hey
Gucci, Fendi I rock designer clothes (NLE the Top Shotta)
Ayy, no, hey
No, don't need security my dawg, I pose (Ayy)

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
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 see that shit clearly
Designer rockin' a five in my pocket
I go for the score and you niggas can't block it
I'm coming like Dragić, 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
Man go beat the body
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
I walk past and they screamin' out papi
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
We poppin', poppin', poppin'
You said what about the opps
They body drop they droppin'
I miss the diamonds and drip with the cheddar
My team speakin' different like they were Rosseta
I thought a nigga knew better
You can't mix the glizzy and the choppas with the Beretta's
Say he a stepper but I keep this metal
I'd rather go federal 'fore i go medical
Mind over matter (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
My bars they metaphors
I told the police that I'm just a rapper
[Chorus: YNW BSlime]
Ayy, drip drop big drip
Dropping when I'm steppin' in
I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 on me
Dumb hitters gon' spinna Benz
Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end
Ayy, wait, tell them all boys that slime will go
Ayy, go, hey, go, hey
Why they big mad at lil bro
Uh, woah, hey
Gucci, Fendi I rock designer clothes
Ayy, no, hey
No, don't need security my dawg, I pose

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