Rap Shit City Girls

[Intro: JT]
Ha, like we was really just playin' with this shit
Like it really wasn't nothin' to us, haha
Get they ass, Miami

[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Ayy, ayy
Catch me ninety-five south, doin' the buck in the Wraith
Super soft leather seats with the luxury suede
Hottest bitches in the streets, Yung Miami, JT
They cut the check-in the A but we bustin' in Dade
Girl, don't be mad 'cause you fuckin' a lame
And that broke ass nigga got you stuck in a cage
Never got shit to do, but always somethin' to say
Dead ass lookin' bitch, them bodies huntin' you, babe
I ain't fuck yo' baby daddy, I was fuckin' his face
You was fuckin' his friend, old slutty lil' thang
Before I climbed in the Rover, the first truck was a Benz
First bitch from Opa-Locka with a couple of M’s
Shit, sis can't come for me
It's QC, the only bitch I see that's signed to Young Money
Shit, sippin' Ace of Spades, keep your hunch punch, bitch
Y'all hoes ran through, pussy done with, ugh

[Chorus: JT]
I don't really fuck with this rap shit
I was beatin' the block like a savage
Now all I do is shop and get my ass licked
I'm up now, I don't give a fuck about my past, bitch
I don't really fuck with this rap shit
I was beatin' the block like a savage
Now all I do is shop and get my ass licked
I'm up now, I don't give a fuck about my past, bitch