Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to “City On Lock” by City Girls featuring Lil Durk. The song was produced by Tay Keith.
City Girls City On Lock
There are a few songs that serve as album stand-outs on the new City Girls album City On Lock. The girl group goes to work with Lil Baby on “Flewed Out,” and by themselves on “Double CC’s” but one of the best tracks from the new collection is the title offering.
“City On Lock” briefly tells Yung Miami and JT’s personal stories coming up before Lil Durk takes over and brings more “Voice of the Street” vibes. JT reps for Liberty City before making reference to her scamming past. Yung Miami takes over and puts on for Opa-Locka, allowing room for Lil Durk to slide through and dominate the entire second half of the record.
The Durkio x City Girls connection is a strong one, deriving from years of struggle and hustling to get to the top. It goes without saying that the fans would love to hear more songs from this pairing.
City Girls – City On Lock (ft. Lil Durk) (prod. Tay Keith)
Lyrics
[Intro: JT]
I’m from Liberty City (I’m from the Bridge)
Nah, bitch, I ain’t from South Beach, I raised me
Bitch, my mama was in the streets (Yeah), no co-d (No)
I ain’t no rat, I’on know a thing my homies
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Still had to eat off that scammin’ thing
[Verse 1: JT]
I know some niggas totin’ .40’s like they ID’s
I know some bitches gettin’ purses off of ID’s (Facts)
I got my city on lock and the master key (Yeah)
Pussy so good, make him say “Uh”, this that Master P
[Chorus: Lil Durk, Yung Miami]
Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I’m sippin’ lean for the protein
Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I’m sippin’ lean for the protein
Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant) (Uh)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
Uh, I’m from Opa-Locka, home of the choppers (Choppers)
City Girls, Summer, JT, that’s my partner (City)
I’m a Dade bitch, Brown Subs to the Scotts (Period)
Lil’ pretty bitch, but them killers from the lots will slide for me (Doo, doo, doo)
I got some bitches and some niggas that’ll bust for me (boop, boop, boop)
So don’t fuck wit’ me
Y’all bum niggas, caught me lackin’, hit the wagon up
Now the hood lookin’ for ’em, ’bout to body bag ’em up (My niggas)
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I’m sippin’ lean for the protein
Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I’m sippin’ lean for the protein
Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Man, I came up from the bottom, that’s why I’m talkin’ cash shit (Cash shit)
Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked (Got my ass kicked)
Let a nigga see his kids, you goin’ out like a sad bitch (Sad)
You look better than your kids and you got your ass did (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don’t be tellin’ them niggas I love they ass no more ’cause I don’t force it (No)
I just put the label check inside the streets so go and avoid it
Ever since I call myself the voice, I’m startin’ to hear some voices (I’m startin’ to hear some voices )
And they told your ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I’m sippin’ lean for the protein
Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro: Lil Durk]
I tilt my heads to real niggas who been real wit’ it (Who been real)
I know you love the streets to death, just don’t get killed in it (Don’t get)
I bought a crush, not for no drink, I put my pills in it (Put my pills in it)
Can’t nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal wit’ it (Gun slang)
