Lyrics In My City - Kidd Kidd

(Intro)

It's 2022 I can't be swinging at no nigga while using
Hand for hoes counting money and pulling triggers
All these Katrina babies they grew up and turn to killers
Heard they still pulling bodies from out the
Mississippi River wildin' on percs and wickers NBR
They call them jiggers shoutout to kiddy and jigga
My lil brothers. Ya the real ones, ain't scared of
No police, but I still fear them Does that make sense?
Get two fucks about them people
I'm more worried about who snitch put a RICO on Mitch
He got a quarter birdy hit
I'm trying to get his QB sack
Fuck that cinna place
All I hang with is gangsters
I swear I need some better friends
Why the industry scared of me
Now they don't want to let me in
Camouflage down like yellow G
I'm on that soulja shit
Got to give it to em raw
Rest in peace to Soulja Slim
In my city we say Ya heard me!
But ain't nobody listening
Switches used to be for ass whippers
Now they are on back of Glizzies
In my city we said, Wassam
But they don't know what's up
It could mean two things hello
Or go and get your gun
Bitch in out the nine
Where they don't mind dying
Where they live a life a crime
Because there aint no jobs hiring
Had a talk with lil bear
Trying to stop him from wildin'
He a Y-N-L-V
Young Nigga Living Violent
Loud niggas won't be seen
Real hitters moving in silence
Mouth running like water
We can see you aint solid
All that flexing on the gram
We trying to see what you on
We gonna apple tag his car
Ain't going to follow him home
His bitch test my car cargo, that means he home alone
Just another episode of when stunting goes wrong
All that shit come with the game
Bullets ain't got no name
Knock your soul clean out of your body like Dr. Strange
Them choppers starts to sing like an RNB challenge
Can't be getting all that bread
Without a couple of beef patties
If I ever front you something
Better be coming back with
How I aint wanna hear No excuses
Like see what that happened
I can't kick it with you niggas
I ain't no Kung Fu master
I'm bout it bout it
I ain't just no good ass rapper
You know you can't trust a nigga
When they left hand dab you
I'm from the N.O big. Letters
Bitch, the murder capital!
In my city we say, You heard me!
But ain't no one listening
Switches used to be for ass whippers
Now they on glizzers
In my city we said Wassam
But they don't know what's up
It can mean two things hello
Or go and get your gun
Kidd nigga
Rest in peace, Soulja Slim
Uptown downtown you heard me
You know what's good with it you heard me
Shout out to that East ya dig
Shout out to that west bank ya'll heard me
Shout out to Marrero you know what it is ya dig
Shout out to killer city nigga, fuck you mean yeah
My whole city
Maaaazannt
9th ward
(Outro)