Lyrics WhatYo City Like - Lil Durk , Tee Grizzley
What
your
city
like?
What
your
city
like?
Where
I'm
from
gotta
keep
that
blick
on
you
Park
at
your
crib,
have
my
young
niggas
hit
on
you
You
a
killer
or
a
snitch,
you
gon'
kill
me
or
trick
on
me?
What
your
city
like?
My
city
be
shakin'
that
bag
My
city
got
hoes
that's
shittin'
on
niggas
But
even
the
hoes
get
hit
in
they
head
What
your
city
like?
My
city
had
changed
the
culture
I
be
with
vultures
I
can
be
with
you
for
days,
and
I'll
be
the
nigga
that
poke
you
What
your
city
like?
My
city
the
home
of
Meech,
home
of
the
riots
My
city
violent,
niggas'll
tell
you
they
love
you
But
really
they
don't
even
like
you
What
your
city
like?
Shit,
I'm
from
the
city
of
Hoover
Bump
and
slide,
we
was
robbin'
the
jeweler
I
was
in
school
but
shit
had
made
me
a
shooter
What
your
city
like?
I'm
from
the
city
of
Kwame
Clean
up
the
scene,
wipe
off
the
choppers
And
drive
to
the
lake
and
get
rid
of
the
bodies
What
your
city
like?
Shit,
we
do
not
honor
no
OG
They
smoke
you
and
turn
you
to
OG
Had
that
young
nigga
take
that
case,
he
juvy
You
must
be
stupid
think
you
gang
gang,
boy
your
ass
a
goofy
Know
some
bitches
that
be
crackin'
giffys,
they
be
boostin'
What
your
city
like?
If
it
get
like
that
then
it
get
like
that
Beef
slide
down
we
gon'
get
right
back
Nigga
just
like
that
Got
locked,
told
niggas
I'ma
be
back
Soon
as
I
got
back
got
three
plaques
Opps
on
Twitter,
we
ain't
gon'
tweet
back
I'ma
pop
off
broad
day,
no
ski
mask
My
city
where
the
pirhanas
at
Jump
in
that
water
and
drown
in
that
I
hit
Kentucky
with
three
hundred
grams
for
five
days
and
bring
ninety
back
I
started
off
with
a
ninety
pack
Such
and
such,
he
can
vouch
for
that
Can't
say
his
name
all
over
these
tracks
'Cause
that
nigga
know
where
the
body
at
What
your
city
like
nigga?
Shit,
we
take
the
drugs
to
Iowa
Home
the
swiper
When
you
a
gangster
don't
go
off
a
title
I
know
some
opps
that's
scared
of
the
Bible
Yeah
yeah,
pick
up
the
Glock
and
put
down
the
rifle
Seventeen
with
a
seventeen
This
ain't
back
then,
we
not
fighting
Can't
come
to
our
cities,
they
know
what's
up
with
'em
Cool
with
the
killers,
they
really
my
niggas
They
opps
mobs,
can't
fuck
with
them
niggas
Durk
on
his
way
to
Detroit,
better
call
me
soon
as
you
hit
I'ma
put
choppers
around
you,
my
nigga
don't
even
trip
Shit
you
the
way
to
the
Chi?
I'll
link
you
up
with
the
six
Two
Glocks
shawty
wrong,
yeah
you
gon'
ride
with
them
sticks
And
I
know
your
ass
on
parole,
so
two
Glocks
in
the
dip
And
I
heard
blood
turned
crip,
olympic
medal
how
he
flip
Ayy
T,
put
me
on
them
Detroit
bitches
That
shit
gon'
be
easy,
only
thing
they
hate
is
decoy
niggas
You
ain't
gotta
check
in
the
hotel,
my
nigga
just
come
to
the
crib
As
far
as
the
hoes,
you
fuckin'
off
rip,
they
know
who
you
is
Tell
Booka
I'ma
get
him
a
bitch
that
got
her
some
paper
'Cause
rich
hoes
love
real
niggas,
they
don't
need
'em
to
save
her
I'ma
get
up
with
later,
I
gotta
go
see
my
agent
Next
time
I
come
to
Chi
make
sure
you
return
the
favor
I'ma
return
it
Put
on
a
condom,
she
burnin'
How
the
fuck
you
know
she
burnin'?
Shit,
I
heard
that
she
burnin'
She
must
don't
know
me
yet,
think
I
buy
her
a
Birkin
bag
Bitch,
your
lil
twerkin'
ass
You
ain't
even
worth
a
bag,
yeah
nah
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