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    [Intro: P-Lo & Myles Parrish]
    Don't you know I got the city on lock? (yeah, ooo)
    Diamonds dancing when you see me outside (yeah, ayy)
    P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back

    [Verse 1: P-Lo]
    Ain't nobody like me, bitch, I'm custom (bitch, I'm custom)
    There's a lot of fake shit I can't fuck with (no)
    If she let me in raw, I'ma bust quick
    Only hit her once, now she treat me like a husband (oooh)
    But she ain't my wife (no)
    She just want to be in my life
    Consequences, being that guy (that guy)
    Know the real from the fraud
    She know I'm drippin' the sauce
    Too far from gettin' involved
    Focus on the cash for the moment
    Since a youth always knew I was chosen
    Make bands, watch it double, let it grow quick
    Three-point all net when it goes in
    Like KD and Steph, lay up on on lanes with my left
    Keep some gold chains on my chest
    She don't know when, but answers with yes
    They call me the best when I dress, no less

    [Chorus: P-Lo & ALLBLACK]
    Don't you know I got the city on lock?
    Diamonds dancing when you see me outside
    Only one that's really reppin' my side
    In my zone, yeah I been in my vibe
    Whole gang with me, I know they gon' ride
    Got blue hundreds, really takin' my time (P-Lo, thank you for fuckin' with me)
    No idea what to do with my kind (P-Lo, wtach your bitch though)
    No idea what to do with my kind (it's Black)

    [Verse 2: ALLBLACK]
    He want to funk over a runner, shoot me with the pistol
    I make green lockin' niggas, I'm like Terrance Mitchell
    Picky nigga, I complain of the smallest pimple
    All you gotta do is listen, bitch, it's that simple
    Text my phone, three AM, like "Papi, you up?"
    I just let that brash reel, you know I tore it up
    That's the kind of bitch I need, drop all of them busts
    She support me when I'm down, won't quit when it's tough
    She said that nah that ain't her, want a totem pump
    She hate niggas like my Migos niggas hate Trump
    She accept me how I came, she ate the molly
    G-Star over my body, shoutout Big Tommy
    P-Lo and Black speed, we airin' Ducatis
    One more trip gon' have me ice water like TV Johnny
    Free yo' ass if you treat me just like errybody
    Last time your bitch slid through, she ate salami

    [Chorus: P-Lo & (ALLBLACK)]
    Don't you know I got the city on lock? (it's Black, thank you)
    Diamonds dancing when you see me outside
    Only one that's really reppin' my side
    In my zone, yeah I been in my vibe
    Whole gang with me, I know they gon' ride
    Got blue hundreds, really takin' my time
    No idea what to do with my kind
    No idea what to do with my kind

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