T.I., Jeezy - Fuck Da City Up lyrics

Ayy, say, Jeezy
Let's get this shit back one time

This for my niggas on the
Block dodging one time
Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine
Put ya middle fingers in the air one time
Ride wit me, fuck the city up one time
Fuck the city up fuck the city up
Fuck the city up fuck the city up one time
Fuck the city up fuck the city up
Fuck the city up fuck the city up one time

Fresh out the bed getting head
In a Range Rove all about that bread
Rubberbands on my bankroll
Bankhead, Simpson Road this Atlanta bitch
So fly, so gangsta, gutter, glamorous
We living out your fantasies
Suckas can't handle this
They know we run the
City shawty it's unanimous
Shout it out sold yay, nine forty-four
K, Quarter, half
Whole thang nigga like the old days?
Hey, dope boy trap nigga swag
Hundred karat chain, quarter mil in the bag
I'm no longer poppin' tags I
Just let 'em hang
Sucka nigga doing bad I just do my thang
And I ain't frontin'
Straight by the book -G Code
Bad bitch, a flat stomach, fat booty
Deep throat
Twenty grand in my pants, fifty in my peacoat
Jeezy fuckin' wit me and we
Fuckin' up the city ho

I seen Jizzle in traffic with his top off
So much Louie shit it looking
Like it knock off
Violation, that'll get ya ass knocked off
Texas Pete nigga get ya ass hot sauce
Ever see me in the club with my shades off
It was a cool contest I guess the shades lost
28-5 yeah that's my cost
Bitch my closet so big I swear I got lost
What? yeah I think I'm gon' need a map
We throw them birdies in the pool
Make 'em swim a lap
Whip it counterclockwise
That's the backstroke
Bitch my chain so big look like my back broke
Yeah we 'bout to fuck the city up, go broke
Bitch I'm balling so hard I
Need the whole court
Six spots in one night they
Call it club hopping
That new Tip and Jizzle shit
It got the club rocking


I'm talkin' A Town shit, ex lean pound bit
Chopper, fifty round clip
Keep it with me, I 'on't slip
Anyone around Tip bout that
Drama boy I promise got a O of presidential
Bitch I'm blowin' that Obama

Yeah I'm talkin' plenty choppers
Scopes on the A-R
You know how I do it, Forgiatos on the car
When I came up out the womb
All I wanna be a star
Hope the feds don't stop me
Life sentence in the car

Hey boy we spittin
Reminiscin' bout when we was in the kitchen
Representin', niggas payin' bitches need
To pay attention
And we on for the city freaks, this A T-L
Do it for my nigga Big Meech and BMF nigga

Nigga, all I blow is strong bitch
I'm straight for the week
Order 5000 dollars
Threw it all on the freaks
Order twenty-five bricks
I put em all on the streets
Bitch it's shaketown and we turnt
Up while you sleep