City On Lock – City Girls, Lil Durk

Singer City Girls, Lil Durk
Music City Girls ft. Lil Durk
Song Writer City Girls

I’m from Levy City (I’m from the Bridge)
Nah, b—-, I ain’t from South Beach, I raised me
B—- my mama was in the streets (Yeah), no Cody (No)
I ain’t no rat, I’on know a thing my homies
(Tay Keith, f— these n—– up)
Still had to eat off that scammin’ thing

I know some n—– totin’ .40’s like they ID’s (Facts)
I know some b—— gettin’ purses off of ID’s
I got my city on lock and the master key (Yeah)
P—- so good, make him say “Uh”, this that Master P



Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I’m sippin’ lean for the protein
Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I’m sippin’ lean for the protein
Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant) (Uh)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, I’m from upper locker, home of the choppers (Choppers)
City Girls, Summer, JT, that’s my partner (City)
I’m a day b—-, brown subs to the scotts (Period)
Lil’ pretty b—- but them killers from the lots will slide for me (Doo, doo, doo)
I got some b—— and some n—– that’ll bust for me (Doo, doo, doo)
So don’t f— wit’ me
Y’all bum n—–, caught me lackin’, hit the wagon up
Now the hood lookin’ for ’em, ’bout to body bag ’em up (My n—–)



Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I’m sippin’ lean for the protein
Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I’m sippin’ lean for the protein
Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Man, I came up from the bottom, that’s why I’m talkin’ cash s— (Cash s—)
Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my a– kicked (Got my a– kicked)
Let a n—- see his kids, you goin’ out like a sad b—- (Sad)
You look better than your kids and you got your a– did (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don’t be tellin’ them n—– I love they a– no more ’cause I don’t force it (No)
I just put the label check inside the streets so go and avoid it
Ever since I call myself the voice, I’m startin’ to hear some voices (I’m startin’ to hear some voices )
And they told your a– to tell, and you did, you had a choice (Yeah, yeah, yeah)



Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I’m sippin’ lean for the protein
Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I tilt my heads to real n—– who been real wit’ it (Who been real)
I know you love the streets to death, just don’t get killed in it (Don’t get)
I bought a crush, not for no drink, I put my pills in it (Put my pills in it)
Can’t nobody tell us s—, you gotta deal wit’ it (Gun slang)