Welcome To My City - Hustle Gang, T.I., Spodee

Broadcastin' live from the mothafuckin' gutter

With a semi-automatic, sellin' slabs with the butter

Me, my partna, my cousin, my brotha tryna duck them suckas

And dodge undercover like a Charger

Every day they see us outside, try to charge us

Bail on they ass, I’ma make 'em do their job bruh

Chopper spit a hundred, better pull out that revolver

It’ll take more than a robber to rob 'em

Duh, I’m king of the mothafuckin' town

Where the work come first and it all go down

Where the broads so down to get the mall tore down

Where that nigga ride dirty with a hundred club pound

Ridin' 'round in the trunk, fuck around if you want

Nigga lookin' for some trouble, you can find what you want

Get slapped right now, pussy nigga say I won’t

Made 80k today, I never see a day I don’t

Hey nigga pull up with your order, ain’t no speakin' on the phone

Cause the money too long, can’t leave shit alone

Home of the drop Chevy, the Chevelles and the dope

Where them suckas can’t chill but the real niggas don’t

I move a bale in a day, hundred ki’s in a month

Sellin' hard in the back, nun' but weed in the front

Nigga might fuck around, make a mil' in a month

Where the suckas can’t hear but the real niggas won’t

I’d like to welcome you to my city, nigga, welcome you to my trap

Oh, welcome you to my city, nigga, welcome you to my trap

I treat my city just like my trap, I treat my city just like my trap

I treat my city just like my trap, I treat my city just like my trap

I’d like to welcome y’all to my city, welcome y’all to my trap spot

Step up in my kitchen, there’s a digi scale and a crack pot

That glass pot is for collard greens, and speakin' of that we got collard greens

White boy, that Charlie Sheen, nigga fuck the club, come shop with me

I’m from the home of the cop killas, where they robbed and shot niggas

Half a bag get you dropped, nigga, hearts colder than popsicles

I swear it’s a jungle out here, it’s like Jumanji out here

Niggas got the munchies out here, make this my trap, I’m runnin' this shit

It’s 4th and long and I’m goin' for it, I said I’m runnin' this shit

Cause chances make champions, y’all niggas puntin' and shit

I done made more plays than Nick, Saban like a caveman

I’m in the trap and I ain’t comin' out 'til a young nigga got Ray-Bans

Here where you gon' need some manners, here where you gon' need a blammer

Oh you still swerve in a Phantom, it is outside of Atlanta, boy chill out

When fuckers around, it be stressin', snatch your ass up out the Lexus

Better be through with the flexin', time you get off of my exit

I see the trap through my lenses, for the yola

I pull them hoes out them Benzs, I said I don’t buy Corollas

I keep nothin' here but the gas, that’s why you smellin' an odor

I get too much of the paper, I just might need me a folder

Half a bag of gas, that’s like 20 hundreds

I be eatin' shrimp, meet me up at Benihana’s

I can’t take no L, we done come too fuckin' far

I don’t got no scale, exit out the fuckin' car

and the heats off sendin'

I don’t wanna talk about the freaks I’m hittin'

In the streets I’m winnin' with the cleats on in it

Louis Vuitton shoes and the Keystone denim

In the Chi gettin' money with the peace on in it

See me with the GD’s and peace throw niggas

Everything paid, nigga lease long, nigga

Try somethin' slick, you meet the wrong nigga

I’m certified in the streets

Got 4 on call with choppers

I ain’t worried 'bout a beat

You know you heard about a G

Niggas murder 'bout me

I’ma leave that alone, I’ma get me some money

I deserve quite a fee,

I’m the early Tyson, G, I’ll knock me a nigga out the real way

I learned that one in the trap, 'round the candy lady and the real J’s

Sold dope to keep a bankroll, but I cash in the city, you’re irrelevant

But whatever we do, ain’t a goddamn fool

Ain’t goin' back to Fulton County jail again