Rap Shit
City Girls Lyrics


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Haha, like we just, really just, in this shit
Like it really wasn′t nothing to us, haha
Get they ass, Miami!

Aye catch me ninety five south, doing the buck in the wraith
Super soft leather seats, with the luxury suede
Hottest bitches in the streets, Yung Miami, JT
They cut the check in the A, but we busting in day
Girl don't be mad cause you fucking a lame
And that broke ass nigga got you stuck in a cage
Never got shit to do, but always something to say
Dead ass, looking bitch, nobody′s hunting you baby
I ain't fuck your baby daddy, I was fucking his face
You was fucking his friend, old slutty lil' thang
Before I climbed in the rover, girl the truck was a Benz
First bitch from Opa-Locka with a couple of M′s
Shit, sis can′t come for me
It's cute, see the only bitch I see that′s signed to Young Money
Shit, sipping ace of spades, keep your hunch punch bitch
Y'all hoes ran through, pussy done with, uh!

I don′t really fuck with this rap shit
I was beating the block, like a savage
Now all I do is shop and get my ass lit
I'm up now, I don′t give a fuck about my past bitch
I don't really fuck with this rap shit
I was beating the block, like a savage
Now all I do is shop and get my ass lit
I'm up now, I don′t give a fuck about my past bitch

Let me show y′all hoes how it's done
Just to set the record straight
Ain′t let you bitches know I ain't the one
I watch mamma trick niggas to keep the lights on
By sixteen I had a talk game, and two phones
I caught a case these bitches thought I was gone
Since a lil′ bitch, I been better at proving them wrong
Fuck the feds and the law, they can't stop me
I′m still making bloody moves, I feel like Cardi B
A slick mouth bitch, with a attitude, real rude
And I been gang gang, running shit since middle school
My own daddy said I wouldn't be shit
I looked at him, like we gon' see bitch
I′m up now, I don′t give a fuck about my past bitch
I don't really fuck with this rap shit
I was beating the block like a savage

I don′t really fuck with this rap shit
I was beating the block, like a savage




Now all I do is shop and get my ass lit
I'm up now, I don′t give a fuck about my past bitch

Overall Meaning

The City Girls’ “Rap Shit” is a narrative trap song about breaking out of the trap and succeeding in the music industry. The lyrics are about overcoming adversity and growing past the life of drugs and crime in the hood.


The song opens with a refrain from Yung Miami aimed at taunting her detractors: “Haha, like we just, really just, in this shit / Like it really wasn't nothing to us, haha / Get they ass, Miami!” Then JT launches into her verse about driving her “buck in the wraith / Super soft leather seats, with the luxury suede” and “cutting the check in the A.” The chorus, sung by both women, offers a summing up: “I don’t really f--- with this rap s--- / I was beating the block, like a savage / Now all I do is shop and get my ass lit / I’m up now, I don’t give a f--- about my past, b----.”


The two Florida rappers trade verses about making it out of poverty and their own families’ doubts. “Let me show y’all hoes how it’s done / Just to set the record straight / Ain't let you bitches know I ain't the one,” JT says, while Yung Miami raps, “My own daddy said I wouldn’t be s--- / I looked at him, like we gon' see b----.” The song is an anthem of triumph over hard times, and it’s laced with fashionable swagger.


Line by Line Meaning

Haha, like we just, really just, in this shit
We may have just entered the rap game, but we are fully committed to it and not intimidated by anyone.


Aye catch me ninety five south, doing the buck in the wraith Super soft leather seats, with the luxury suede Hottest bitches in the streets, Yung Miami, JT They cut the check in the A, but we busting in day
We drive a slick car down Route 95 with plush interior and hang out with the most popular women in the city, Yung Miami and JT. We may have been paid in Atlanta, but we're making our way in every city.


Girl don't be mad cause you fucking a lame And that broke ass nigga got you stuck in a cage Never got shit to do, but always something to say Dead ass, looking bitch, nobody′s hunting you baby I ain't fuck your baby daddy, I was fucking his face You was fucking his friend, old slutty lil' thang Before I climbed in the rover, girl the truck was a Benz First bitch from Opa-Locka with a couple of M′s Shit, sis can′t come for me It's cute, see the only bitch I see that′s signed to Young Money Shit, sipping ace of spades, keep your hunch punch bitch Y'all hoes ran through, pussy done with, uh!
Don't blame us for your choice in men. You're with a broke loser and have nothing going for you. You talk a lot but don't have the looks to back it up. I didn't sleep with your baby's father, I made him pleasure me orally. You, on the other hand, slept with his friend, and are a known easy girl. Our car used to be a lesser brand truck, but we now have enough money to upgrade to a benz. Nobody can compete with me or my music. Drinking high-end champagne, while you stick to cheap drinks. Your pussy's been overused, so it's not worth our time.


I don′t really fuck with this rap shit I was beating the block, like a savage Now all I do is shop and get my ass lit I'm up now, I don′t give a fuck about my past bitch
I used to be hustlin' on the streets, now I'm living the luxurious life and enjoying my fame. I don't care about my past struggles because I've made it big in the rap game.


Let me show y′all hoes how it's done Just to set the record straight Ain′t let you bitches know I ain't the one I watch mamma trick niggas to keep the lights on By sixteen I had a talk game, and two phones I caught a case these bitches thought I was gone Since a lil′ bitch, I been better at proving them wrong Fuck the feds and the law, they can't stop me I′m still making bloody moves, I feel like Cardi B A slick mouth bitch, with a attitude, real rude And I been gang gang, running shit since middle school My own daddy said I wouldn't be shit I looked at him, like we gon' see bitch I′m up now, I don′t give a fuck about my past bitch
I'll show all of you how to succeed in this industry. I've faced difficulties before, but I refuse to back down. My mother worked hard to provide for us, even if that meant using her charm to make ends meet. At the age of sixteen, I was already skilled at manipulating people and had two phones. Despite people thinking I was in trouble with the law, I have always been able to prove them wrong. I don't care about the authorities trying to shut me down because I will keep making music and gaining fame. I have a quick tongue and a lot of confidence, which I have had since my youth. My own father doubted my potential, but I have shown him what I can do. I no longer care about my past because I've made it.




Writer(s): Jatavia Johnson, Teiron Robinson, Darnell Mathew, Caresha Brownlee

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@hondobey954

JT snapped per usual

@nunyomfbusiness3294

🅿️🅿️🅿️🅿️

@therealpetite_3413

Period

@LoveNaisa

I love how their verses are always completely different from each other’s but always good. I love yung Miami

@kittydollsxo189

It's amazing cause JT write her verses for Yung M

@LoveNaisa

Stallings Lad She writes her verses which cool I’m just saying they’re verses are always completely different . It doesn’t talk about the same thing in one song

@tyrabrownlee662

@@kittydollsxo189 she doesnt write for caresha you sound dumb as hell i don’t know where you got that from?

@honeyroasted911

Only real fans know this SONG 🔥

@Kali2x

on god

@whatsonhermind1768

Facts !!!

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