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NY to the Chi

We outside

Whole squad live

(yeah, yeah)

Touch down, runway glowin'

Car door swing, whole block start knowin'

Big step, big flex, big rollie frozen

Bad one ride, both wrist all golden

Backroom deal, that talk stay quiet

Money in the safe, my lawyer go buy it

Came from a couch and a cracked screen diet

Now it’s penthouse views, too high for a pilot

Bitches and bottles

City on throttle

New York to Chicago

We pop, they follow

Bitches and bottles

Fast lane, full throttle

Say my name, that’s a lotto

We up, they hollow (yeah)

Side door slip, that line too long

Club owner greet, that “my boy” strong

Section so lit, whole night feel wrong

Shorty in the cut tryna learn my song

Big bills, big bags on the table

Her friend want a pic, wrist all label

She blowin’ up my phone, talkin’ ’bout “we stable”

I just send a plane, if she bad, if I’m able (skrrt)

Bitches and bottles

City on throttle

New York to Chicago

We pop, they follow

Bitches and bottles

Fast lane, full throttle

Say my name, that’s a lotto

We up, they hollow (hollow)

Windy night, east side

Skyline drip, both sides

If you ridin', then ride

If you slide, then slide (slide)

Bitches and bottles

City on throttle

New York to Chicago

We pop, they follow

Bitches and bottles

Fast lane, full throttle

Say my name, that’s a lotto

We up, they hollow (yeah, yeah)