City On The Map Lyrics

Matt, you're crazy

Uh, yeah, fuck a bitch, I'm really getting into it, baby

I'm in the kitchen whipping it up, like Ratatouille, baby

If you up in the studi, you ain't cooking, what the fuck you doing

You talking about some motion, I don't even see no fucking movement

Matt be going crazy on this bitch, I'm going stupid

I've been having dreams about this shit, I promise it ain't lucid

Boy, you better capitalize before you lose it

Why you always cappin' with lies, just tell the truth, bitch

Always tell the truth when I'm in the booth, you know how I do

I like a bitch that gon' keep it cute, but she down to shoot

They tell me, Jaido, you an animal, like you came out the zoo

My brother clutching it like Danimals, so what you trying to do

I'm in the mix, I need a whisk, only love money and my bitch

I'm knee deep up in that water, feel like Colin Kaepernick

3-2-1, I'm trying to put my city on the map and shit

Getting faded while I work, I feel like Dirk, I'm a Maverick

I'm high as kitchen cabinets while I'm rapping this

I'm flowing on it, y'all just paddling, boy, you not a jit

How you listen, but you hating on me, that don't make no sense

I know you wake up and you sad, boy, you broker than a bitch

I got that shit on me just like a Pull-Up, so go and pull up

I just smoked another two blunts, I'm smoking tulips

Yeah, bad bitch two of 'em, look me up on Google

I don't even gotta shoot 'em, I'm just gon' lose 'em

Yeah, I'm smoking on a blunt, that shit longer than a ruler

Yeah, she give me dumb head, yeah, I think she need a tutor

Yeah, I'm in your bitch head just like a tumor

I've been making heat, yeah, I'm trying to spread it like a rumor

I've been moving around just like a Rumba

Your bitch on my meat, she my number one consumer

I feel like the man, baby, yeah, I'm feeling super

Yeah, I'm really getting to it, watch me go hit my maneuver

It don't matter if it's raining, bitch, I smile and the sun out

Yeah, I'm only smoking gas, only difference, it don't run out

Yeah, I run it like it's track, boy, you looking like you run down

Yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Trapland, I give my bitch a pat down

Yeah, I said I want a GTR, I don't want no Scat Pack

Put my city on my back, yeah, I wear it like a backpack

Baby, I've been chasing cheese, yeah, I'm feeling like a fat rat

That boy tried to test me, what I look like, the FCAT