Текст песни My City - Rarin

I ain′t ever burn out with my glocky, yeah I turn up
Imma get this cheddar I know better than to burn rounds
I was in the cellar now Margiela when I pop out
12 was tryna catch up now I turn it to a cookout
I wipe the block out, mop out, toolie when I hop out
Cops out, callouts, they ain't know we ball out
He down, chill out, I can′t shut the heat down
She down, she loud, yeah I turn her to a freak now

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Bad bitches in my own section
You press me boy meet my Wesson
Four-door coupe with the rims extended
I don't got too litty in my city, feel like Virgil
If we got a problem I got hitters in each borough
Boyfriend tryna test me so I put his girl on furlough
I get trigger happy Imma burn you a bozo

Racks in my jeans yeah I'm poppin′
Imma pull out with the chopsticks, woah
Bank on bank I′m shopping bro
R.I.P. to my profits aye
Get good brain I'm in college yuh
You too thick in your noggin bruh
I won′t ever start floppin'
Imma stay a trending topic

Smoking opp pack
Don′t you come back no more, no more, no more
I hit your block back
Your door your door, your door, your door
Down it goes

I ain't ever burn out with my glocky, yeah I turn up
Imma get this cheddar I know better than to burn rounds
I was in the cellar now Margiela when I pop out
12 was tryna catch up now I turn it to a cookout
I wipe the block out, mop out, toolie when I hop out
Cops out, callouts, they ain′t know we ball out
He down, chill out, I can't shut the heat down
She down, she loud, yeah I turn her to a freak now