Crodie From The 9 // Guy In My City Lyrics – Tory Lanez

Read the full Crodie From The 9 // Guy In My City lyrics by Tory Lanez from the album Made You Think I Was Gone …But along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tory Lanez’s music, you can also explore Revenge of Fargo and HASTY MARKET // TORONTO, two other songs by Tory Lanez.

[Part I: Crodie From The 9]

[Intro]
Cash out, baby, s*it every time, haha
Fu*k is wrong with your crew?

[Verse]
Uh, she wanna talk (Talk)
I wanna deal with the māthās
I got her and the brethren (Brethren)
I’m ’bout to deal with the slottas
Switch on the FN like new MAC-11, I’m— grrah, grrata (Hmm)
NBA Jam on a b!tch (B!tch), boom shaka locka (Boom shaka locka)
Shorty, if you are not moshing
Baby girl, we are not mossing
Rapping this smooth ’cause I’m on a high and my celly asleep on some boxing
We finna go out and drink
Tomorrow, I’ll work out the toxin
He would’ve been living right now, I told him to fight, he thought we were boxing

[Bridge]
Yo, crodie, outside‘s sticky
Fairly awkward, drew a shiesty on a blicky
I’m at the Rabba with a bucket named Vicky
Last night, she gave the crack pipe a hickey
I’m a guy in my city, I’m a guy now
Heard your brethren went feddy, he’s a boy now
You’re a gyal clown, I never let them big me up
In the trap, ten bits in a Timmy’s cup, n!gga

[Part II: Guy In My City]

[Verse 1]
I’m a guy in my city, don’t play with a n!gga, you know how I’m coming (He coming)
I been working the trap in the night, the nightshift with the commas and commas and commas
It’s Canadian money, got blue in the finger from all of the plastic I’m thumbing
Don’t do none of that woofing, I’m sliding the next n!gga, kill you in public

We going back-to-back ‘Rari, ain’t washing these digits like it’s a detergent, yeah
Bag me a b!tch from the corner, if she got no titties, I’ll get her a surgeon, yeah
A b!tch say s*it to me, lil’ b!tch ain’t s*it, but her purses (Nothing)
Take her to Golden Corral for the turkey, only way we go to Turks (Lil’ Tory)
Yeah, coming through sliding inside a 300, they think that I’m Xerxes (Skrrt)
Yeah, fu*k up her makeup and fu*k up the Olay, she call me a serpent
Yeah, she wanna go to Carbone, I’d rather just take her to Church’s (Church)
Ayy, the head was fire, the head was a demon, let’s take her to serve
Ayy, take her to service
I’m tryna murder these rapper lil’ n!ggas in real life, I don’t give no fu*k ’bout no verses
I’m tryna take a lil’ snow bunny through there for thirty-six hours, I don’t need a Perc’
Pretty lil’ bad b!tch’ll say that she fu*ked me for accident, but we both know it’s on purpose
S*it, I’m finna cut up the 600 Benz and open the mind up like it’s some therapy, yeah
Sipping the syrup for all of the time that working at Denny’s still serving it, yeah
N!ggas who pissy that I ain’t testifying claiming I made this s*it worse for me, yeah
I ain’t even testify on that pu*sy lil’ n!gga that just tried to murder me, yeah
Switch on the glizzy, extended the d!ck in the booty, the bullets are twerking it, yeah
Shoutout my eaters, speedometer tweaking, as soon as I pull up, she slurping it, yeah
Went out to Wonderland, got me a b!tch from Von, it feel like I’m Durk and ’em, yeah (Durk)
N!ggas be telling to get out equation, but that just ain’t in my curriculum, yeah (Nah)
Way I keep doing this s*it number one s*it from the cell, I know that it’s irking ’em, yeah
Tell all my babies she hell and s*it down from the jail, you know how we working it, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m a guy in my city
They know I’m a guy in my city
I’m a guy in my city (You know it)
They know I’m a guy in my city (Let’s go)
I’m a guy in my city, yeah
They know I’m a guy in my city, yeah
I’m a guy in my city, I want it and any b!tch mine in the city

[Verse 2]
This for my shooters, they done know (Done know)
Soon as I step out Suburban, if n!ggas are lurking, you gotta let one go (One go)
This for them n!ggas that’s claiming they jumped off the porch, I ran out the front door
This for my eater that know how to suck it and fu*k it and twist it in one row
This for my China b!tch, ran on (??)
[3:12], she know that I’m coming, b!tch dun know (Dun know)
This for my ting in the telly that go out to ‘Sauga and fu*k at the Melro’, ayy
This for my n!ggas that’s standing right front of the robber and trap, s*it front row (Let’s go)
We just some n!ggas that made it from Queen to Kennedy Road to condos (Condo)
N!ggas that told us it wasn’t no telling are telling and moving the goalpost (Snitch)
That could never be Yoko (Nah)
That could never be Soso (Nah)
That could never be Jay, or Ray, or Nice, none of my locos (Nah)

[Interlude]
Yo, crodie, are you fu*king dumb, cuz? Come on, G

[Chorus]
I’m a guy in my city
They know I’m a guy in my city
I’m a guy in my city (You know it)
They know I’m a guy in my city (Let’s go)
I’m a guy in my city, yeah
They know I’m a guy in my city, yeah
I’m a guy in my city, I want it and any b!tch mine in the city