Citi Trends (feat. NLE Choppa)

(Bang, bang, bang)

Uh, hey

You're on the way out

Hey, you're on the way

Aye, drip drop, big drip

Drop me when I'm steppin' in

I remember being broke

Used to shop at Citi Trends

Keep a MAC-11 'round me

Dumb head, it's gon' spin the Benz

Keep tryna play with the gang

That's how your story gon' end

Aye, huh, wait, uh

Tell 'em when a boy is dead, slime won't go

Aye, gone, hey

Why they big mad at lil' bro?

Oh, whoa, hey

Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes

Aye, no, hey

No, don't need security, my dawg got poles

Boy, stay in Gucci, man

Might have to go Super Saiyan

Run up on me, you get hit

Couple shots to your brain

Hop out with it

Hop out, get it

Know Lil Pump got her screamin' "esketit"

My hitters got good aim

Power up your ****, man

They giving out free smoke

Come get this nicotine

Oh, Lord

Oh, Lord

Scared to step out of the house

Shots to his door

Piss, right, I heard all about it

Sittin' heavy, and we really read 'bout it

Simon said, "Take out the opps"

If you was real, really 'bout it

We keep a rock star vibe, that's a fact, yeah

Hopped out, uh

Gucci, Louis, Fendi bag, aye

Drip drop, big drip

Drop me when I'm steppin' in

I remember being broke

Used to shop at Citi Trends

Keep a MAC-11 'round me

Dumb head, it's gon' spin the Benz

Keep tryna play with the gang

That's how your story gon' end

Aye, huh, wait, uh

Tell 'em when a boy is dead, slime won't go

Aye, gone, hey

Why they big mad at lil' bro?

Oh, whoa, hey

Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes

Aye, no, hey

No, don't need security, my dawg got poles

Don't need security because I'm securing me

Don't think you hear me, ten on my earrings

**** gon' mirror me, won't interfere on me

Chain on purity, see the shit clearly

Designer rockin', my Five in my pocket

I go for the score, and you **** can't block it

I'm comin' like Dragić, ballin' be my hobby

Aye, stop all that talkin' and get you a body

Before you get bodied

Been hid a body, charge me with the body

Then, go beat the body

Damn, that's a body, got calamari

And had to tie this on my left and right

Pull up in the Masi', in the back like Mozzy

I pose with my posse, we slidin' like hockey

Couple a females that pose in the lobby

I walk past, and they screamin' out, "Papi"

I set the trends, the city gon' cheer on me

Folks can leave me, but they gon' hear me

We can't keep it friendly, **** don't listen

We drive on the ten speed, let out that twenty

We pullin' out the last straight drop

We poppin', poppin', poppin'

You say, "What about the opps?

They bodies droppin', droppin'"

I mix the diamonds, on drip with the cheddar

My chief speakin' different language like Rosetta

I thought a **** knew better

You can't mix the glizzy and the choppas with the Beretta

Say he a stepper, but I took his metal

I'd rather go federal 'fore I go medical

Mind over matter, my bars, they metaphors

I told the police that I'm just a regular

Drip drop, big drip

Drop me when I'm steppin' in

I remember being broke

Used to shop at Citi Trends

Keep a MAC-11 'round me

Dumb head, it's gon' spin the Benz

Keep tryna play with the gang

That's how your story gon' end

Aye, huh, wait, uh

Tell 'em when a boy is dead, slime won't go

Aye, gone, hey

Why they big mad at lil' bro?

Oh, whoa, hey

Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes

Aye, no, hey

No, don't need security, my dawg got poles