City Sounds Like - Swizz Beatz ft. Fivio Foreign, Bandmanrill

Zaza zaza zaza
Damn, oh (Ayy)
Woah (Ayy)
Damn (What's poppin')

This what the city's 'posed to sound like
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
This what the city's 'posed to sound like
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
This what these streets 'posed to sound like (Ladies and gentlemen)
This what the city's 'posed to sound like (Oh, oh)
This what these streets 'posed to sound like (Oh, oh)
This what the city's 'posed to sound like (Oh, oh)
This what these streets 'posed to sound like (Yeah)

Man, I ball like LeBron, niggas lost and jealous (Oh)
Come to my city, it's handguns and Berettas (Damn)
I'm on the block with the fellas (Baow), the fuck they gon' tell us? (Baow)
They like "How he got so rich?" Five thousand from Betha
If it's Maison Margiela (Oh), if it's Fivi', she wetter
Got a thousand-dollar sweater but I still ain't gon' sweat her
I construction the Timbs (Yeah), then I Pelle the leather (Yeah)
I just caught me a drill (Yeah), in some Botega Venetta (Grrt, baow)
They blame us for the killings (Yeah), I sat down with the mayor (Yeah)
If you listen to lyrics (Yeah) then I'm like "Ask what the prey is" (Yeah)
They can hate on the game (Yeah), I'm just one of the players
Your whole word is against us, only God can save us
And my light is a saber, and my Sonic is SEGA (Woo)
In my mouth is a razor, on my gun is a laser (Oh)
If I fuck, it's a favor, if you owe, you gon' pay us
I came in here with Swizz, bitch

This what the city's 'posed to sound like
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
This what the city's 'posed to sound like
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(What you are hearing, life will never be the same again)
This what these streets 'posed to sound like (Goddamnit)
This what the city's 'posed to sound like (Oh, oh)
This what these streets 'posed to sound like (Oh, oh)
This what the city's 'posed to sound like (Oh, oh)
This what these streets 'posed to sound like (Ayy, bruh)

Bitch I'm ballin' like Irving, but I’m not from the Irv
Said he be in the hood, lil bro be in the 'burbs (Here we go)
Gotti maf', that’s the slime, we got years, call it time
Lil bitch like how I rhyme, and my bitch, she a dime, ay (New York City)
Niggas be hatin' so I’m movin' oppy
Fuck the Gs, boy, I got a shotty
Bullets, they rippin' through a nigga body
She tried to take off, a nigga Tommy (Oh)
Niggas shot door right behind me
Watch your girl, might try to line me
And breeshcake doing it by me
I gotta stack the money up way from 'round me (Woo)
All these niggas sendin disses (Oh) tryna get some views
He must not know my lil bro, he really pushing on the news
Lil bro tryna catch a, huh, that’s for his point-of-view
Play with mine then you know that grip gon' have to point at you
Look, I be in the South, look, I be where I’m good
Opps say that they get money, what you do for the hood?
No, I am not a rapper, get that shit understood
But I really be snappin, and that money be good, ay (Goddamnit)

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
This what the city's 'posed to sound like
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(What you are hearing, life will never be the same again)
This what these streets 'posed to sound like (Goddamnit)
This what the city's 'posed to sound like (Oh, oh)
This what these streets 'posed to sound like (Oh, oh)
This what the city's 'posed to sound like (Oh, oh)
This what these streets 'posed to sound like (Goddamnit)

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Say what?
Say what?
Get down
Goddamn it, say blrrt