Intro (#FREEJT)

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An inmate at a federal prison

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(Out the city)

Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC)

Me and JT the realest bitches standing

'Cause Lord knows that I miss her (I miss her)

But I'ma hold this shit down for my sister (Hold it down)

These hoes just hate to give me credit (Never)

It's all good, baby, I'll take the debit (Haha)

My hand rubber, we could bet it (We could bet it)

We ain't soft, but I got the most edges (Yup)

The diamonds, the rings, and the watches, the bracelets

And half another night, so I understand the hatin'

Cause more politic while I'm out at Vegas

50K tab and Chanel on the latest

Deep wag, tailored in the 6, sittin' fluffy

Check my DM, another rapper wanna fuck me

AP on my arm, I done think I got a two

With my family out West like boss bitches do

All my life I've been going against the odds

Tryna come up on me, better keep your job

A round of applause for the boss ass bitches

Who made it on their own

And they shittin' on niggas

Girl, let that nigga know

If he ain't breakin' bread, then he gotta go

Ride Benz when you met him

These fuck niggas want you to sweat 'em

They'll run you to the ground if you let 'em

Y'all niggas better get y'all checks up

And y'all hoes better get y'all bets up

Y'all can bet y'all asses outta here

We gon' fuck the game up when I come home

This call is from a federal prison

Period (Haha, talk that shit JT)

When I was doin' time, y'all hoes was doin' fine

But when I come home, it's over for y'all hoes

Get they ass ran

The City Girls, we the hottest in the county

Google me, bitch, yeah, I'm a real brownie

I came up under hustlers

To the streets, shit, a bitch been accustomed

But lemme chill 'cause I'm gettin' in my feelings

Comin' to sidetrack me from the millions

I got a message for you and them

Bitches, start worryin'

'Bout your motherfuckin' children

Fuck that rap shit, I'll fight a bitch, period

Matter of fact, I don't sit around, bitch, period

I can count on my hands who really see the vision

Old City Girls verse, Pee ain't clearin' it

Wait 'til my sister come home

We gon' really get these motherfuckers gone

We gon' really put these bitches in the zone

And show 'em that the City Girls

Really puttin' on, period

I wanna send a shoutout to all my

City Girls and City Boys

Be holdin' me the fuck down

Pulled me out of quarreling

Get they asses, Miami, don't let up on 'em hoes

Fuck them hoes, them hoes ain't got no money

Them hoes need to worry about they

Motherfuckin' kids

And worry about they baby daddies

Fuck, when I come home-

Period, game over