No Bars - City Girls ft. JT

(I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy)

(What up, Noc)

What you workin' with?

Yeah, what you workin' with?

Uh, what you workin' with?

Show a real bitch what you workin' with

Pay for this pussy, nigga (Yeah), get yo' bands up

Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga? I'ma hit yo' mans up (The fuck)

Cold-ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (Brr)

He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine

Bitches always in my business, "JT, what you really do?" (What?)

I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (Bing)

I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo

Doin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you

Poster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams

I'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (Bop)

Gangster bitch, JT, Medellín

Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (Shh)

I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (Huh)

Long way from crackin' cars and pullin' scams, nigga (Yeah)

Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (Ow)

Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla

Fifty floors up

Can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up (Ayy)

Told my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (Skrrt)

Self-esteems drop every time I show up, yeah

Wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (Ice, ayy)

Shut Marni down for some furry slides (Sloppy)

Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (Huh)

Cop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times

The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (Yeah)

Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (Yeah)

And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing

I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (Period)

Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs

I am a motherfuckin' job

Bitches always in my motherfuckin' business

Worried 'bout what the fuck I got goin' on, ho

Hahahaha, it's City Girl shit (Ho)

Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit

(I'm a City Girl, bitch)

Second verse to you hatin'-ass hoes (Tired-ass)

Who get mad every time I strike a pose (Damn)

I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (Yep)

Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (Huh)

Run away, now I'm steppin' in some runway

Bitch, you can't fuck with me on yo' birthday (Never)

Free my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (Free my bitches)

You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say

I'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety

I'm prayed up, and I'm waitin' on my rivalry

I'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me

I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me

It's grind time, no flossin' (Let's get it)

Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in

These bitches tired, they exhausted (Tired-ass hoes)

Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin

Bitch, I'm really from the trenches

Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (Bop, bop, bow)

Yeah, I'm really from them trenches

Pretty-ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah

No bars