City Hot Pt. 2 Lyrics – Bizzy Banks

City Hot Pt. 2 Lyrics by Bizzy Banks

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

Know them Structure n#gg#s got the city hot, uh
Pull up on any block, uh, like
And we still got them GLA’s switching lanes
They ain’t believe when I say that we up next, uh

Know them n#gg#s upset, uh, like
‘Cause my n#gg#s came to takeover the game
I make the city hot in this b#tch, uh
We keep the pistol cocked, we on any block in this b#tch

We make ’em milly rockin’ and sh#t
We let the semi pop, Luva gon’ send a shot, if he moving wock in this b#tch
Gave him 57, baby don’t trip
Oh, he tryna demon? No he won’t miss

I tell my shooters start sliding (Sliding)
If they multiplying then we gon’ divide ’em
Send for they plug, the one who providing
Big dog, I do the deciding

That n#gg# p#ss#, 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, like

And they fear 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 everyday
Bizzy say we wearing Gucci like it’s J’s
Mike Amiri jeans, Cartier shades
Shawty used to dub me, now she in my face

I was ballin’ like my n#gg# Blaze
I done f#cked around, caught a case
Tell ’em don’t f#ck around, uh
I’d still shoot a n#gg# 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

Where a new opp? Get ’em out the way
And we still poppin’ Rosé cases
I make the city hot in this b#tch, uh
We keep the pistol cocked, we on any block in this b#tch

We make ’em milly rockin’ and sh#t
We let the semi pop, Luva gon’ send a shot, if he moving wock in this b#tch
Gave him 57, baby don’t trip
Oh, he tryna demon? No he won’t miss

I tell my shooters start sliding (Sliding)
If they multiplying then we gon’ divide ’em
Send for they plug, the one who providing
Big dog, I do the deciding

That n#gg# p#ss#, 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, like
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Bizzy Banks Lyrics – City Hot Pt. 2

Bizzy Banks

City Hot Pt. 2