Bizzy Banks, Leeky G Bando - City Hot, Pt. 2 lyrics

Yoz, what you telling me?
Uh, when I get in my freestyle mode
(G Bando Jordan) uh, like
When I'm feelin' my mixtape mode

Know them Structure niggas got the city hot
Uh pull up on any block, uh, like
And we still got them GLAs switching lanes
They ain't believe when I say
That we up next, uh
Know them niggas upset, uh, like
'Cause my niggas came to take over the game

I make the city hot in this bitch, uh
We keep the pistol cocked
We on any block in this bitch
We make 'em Milly Rock in this shit
We let the semi pop, Luv gon' send a shot
If he moving Wock' in this bitch
357, baby, don't trip
Oh, he trust demon? No, he won't miss
I tell my shooters start sliding (Sliding)
If they multiplying
Then we gon' divide 'em
Take out they plug, the one who providing
Big dog, I do the deciding
That nigga pussy, he need some guidance, like
I know he ain't riding
Only get low when I hear them sirens
If I get caught, then I'm staying silent
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It ain't fair to me, uh
They don't care for me no more
Ask me, "Bando, baby
Why you ballin' out?"
Dubai ain't here with me no more
That's why I be in Louis V every day
Bizzy say we wearing Gucci like it's Js
Mike Amiri jeans, Cartier shades
Shawty used to dub me, now she in my face
I was ballin' like my nigga Blaze
I done fucked around, caught a case
Tell 'em don't fuck around, uh
I'll still shoot a nigga in his face
See I got on Louis V, so she choosing me, uh
She think I'm a stain
But I got the Glock, keep it on my waist
Shawty, don't get shot for a blue face

Shawty, don't get shot for these blue faces
Uh grinding to the top, tryna
Dodge the hatred, uh, like
They got the cops tryna build a trace
Finna bond out on the case
Brand new opp, get 'em out the way
And we still poppin' Rosé cases

I make the city hot in this bitch, uh
We keep the pistol cocked
We on any block in this bitch
We make 'em Milly Rock in this shit
We let the semi pop, Luv gon' send a shot
If he moving Wock' in this bitch
357, baby, don't trip
Oh, he trust demon? No, he won't miss
I tell my shooters start sliding (Sliding)
If they multiplying
Then we gon' divide 'em
Take out they plug, the one who providing
Big dog, I do the deciding
That nigga pussy, he need some guidance, like
I know he ain't riding
Only get low when I hear them sirens
If I get caught, then I'm staying silent
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