Intro (#FREEJT) lyrics

[Intro]
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(Out the city)

[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC)
Me and JT the realest b*tches in it (Free JT)
'Cause Lord knows that I miss her (I miss her)
But I'ma hold this sh*t 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 hair long but we could bet it (We could bet it)
Wig off, bet I got the most edges (Lil' b*tch)
The diamonds, the rings, and the watches, the bracelets
It happened overnight, so I understand the hatin'
Cosmopolitan, ballin' out of Vegas
50K tab in Chanel on the latest
G-Wag' tinted and the seat sittin' fluffy
Check my DM, another rapper wanna f*ck me
AP on my arm, matter fact, I got a two
Move my family out West like boss b*tches 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 b*tches
Who made it on their own, and they sh*ttin' on n*ggas
Girl, let that n*gga know
If he ain't breakin' bread, then he gotta go
Right back to where you met him
These f*ck n*ggas want you to sweat 'em
They'll run you to the ground if you let 'em
[Interlude: JT]
Y'all n*ggas better get y'all checks up
And y'all hoes better get y'all bets up
Y'all can get y'all ass outta there
We gon' f*ck the game up when I come home
This call is from a federal prison
Period (Haha, talk that sh*t, 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, Miami

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
The City Girls be the hottest in the county
Google me, b*tch, yeah, I'm a real Brownlee
I came up under hustlers
To the street sh*t, a b*tch been accustomed
But let me chill 'cause I'm gettin' in my feelings
Can't let 'em sidetrack me from the millions (Neve)
I got a message for you internet b*tches
Start worryin' 'bout your motherf*ckin' children
f*ck that rap sh*t, I'll fight a b*tch, period
Matter fact, I don't see a rap b*tch, period
I can count on my hands who really see the vision
Old City Girls verse, Pee ain't clearin' it (Nah)
Wait 'til my sister come home (JT)
We gon' really get these motherf*ckers gone (Get 'em gone)
We gon' really put these b*tches in they zone (In the zone)
And show 'em that the City Girls really puttin' on, period
[Outro: JT & Yung Miami]
I wanna send a shoutout to all my City Girls and City Boys
Who be holdin' me the f*ck down, through mail and CorrLinks
Get they ass, Miami, don't let up on them hoes
f*ck them hoes, them hoes ain't got no money
Them hoes need to worry about they motherf*ckin' kids
And worry about they baby daddies f*ckin'
f*ck, when I come home...
Period, game over