Lyrics DONTSTEPINMYCITY - DOWN6

Don't step in my city
Ride around, topless, bitch show her titties (titties)
Don't test my pity
When the cash flow ends, they talk- they talk
Don't step in my city
Ride around, topless, bitch show her titties (titties)
Don't test my pity
When the cash flow ends, they talk- they talk

Don't step in my city
Ride around, topless, bitch show her titties (titties)
Don't test my pity
When the cash flow ends, they talk silly (talk silly)
Don't mess with me, I'm concealin' (concealin')
Saying you done, I had a feelin' (had a feelin')
Blood splatters on the wall and ceilin' (and ceilin')
Gunpowder on my draws, yes really

Don't step in my city
Ride around, topless, bitch show her titties (titties)
Don't test my pity
When the cash flow ends, they talk silly (talk silly)
Don't mess with me, I'm concealin' (concealin')
Saying you done, I had a feelin' (had a feelin')
Blood splatters on the wall and ceilin' (and ceilin')
Gunpowder on my draws, yes really

Run in quick, hundreds clips out the drum barrel
Harvest limbs, tear veins for the bone marrow
Lil lil X marks the spot like Montero
Dig into the flesh, the teeth investin' in a human diet
Tend to fucking lose it once in a while, need my cooling vapor
I'ma roll up some green with the used papers
Front porch, rocking chairs with the foolish neighbours
Light so bright in the night, like a lightsaber

Chillin' in the gutter, uh, with my brothers
None of y'all are innocent, you know what the fuck you did
Disappear when sun up, none of y'all can run up
You are not a stunter, you a waste of breath
I'ma write your eulogy, drippin' coldest with jewellery
My fans create the coolest breeze, I relate with your foolery
Estimatin' the pain to be the hardest, I'm fooling 'em, quick
Gave that bitch diseases, a zombie that's droolin'
I prove it, within a movie scene

Don't step in my city
Ride around, topless, bitch show her titties (titties)
Don't test my pity
When the cash flow ends, they talk silly (talk silly)
Don't mess with me, I'm concealin' (concealin')
Saying you done, I had a feelin' (had a feelin')
Blood splatters on the wall and ceilin' (and ceilin')
Gunpowder on my draws, yes really