Intro (#FREEJT)

[Intro] You have pre-paid call You will not be charged for this call This call is from Jatavia ****, an inmate at a federal prison This call is being recorded and is subject to monitoring Hang up to decline the call, and to accept, dial 5 now If you wish to block any future calls of this nature, dial 7 now To decline this call, hang up (Out the city) [Verse 1: Yung Miami] Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC) Me and JT the realest bitches in it (Free JT) 'Cause Lord knows that I miss her (I miss her) But I'ma hold this shit down for my sister (Hold it down) These hoes just hate to give me credit (Never) It's all good, baby, I'll take the debit (Haha) My hair long but we could bet it (We could bet it) Wig off, bet I got the most edges (Lil' bitch) The diamonds, the rings, and the watches, the bracelets It happened overnight, so I understand the hatin' Cosmopolitan, ballin' out of Vegas 50K tab in Chanel on the latest G-Wag' tinted and the seat sittin' fluffy Check my DM, another rapper wanna fuck me AP on my arm, matter fact, I got a two Move my family out West like boss bitches do All my life I've been going against the odds Tryna come up on me, better keep your job A round of applause for the boss ass bitches Who made it on their own, and they shittin' on niggas Girl, let that nigga know If he ain't breakin' bread, then he gotta go Right back to where you met him These fuck niggas want you to sweat 'em They'll run you to the ground if you let 'em [Interlude: JT] Y'all niggas better get y'all checks up And y'all hoes better get y'all bets up Y'all can get y'all ass outta there We gon' fuck the game up when I come home This call is from a federal prison Period (Haha, talk that shit, JT) When I was doin' time, y'all hoes was doin' fine But when I come home, it's over for y'all hoes Get they ass, Miami [Verse 2: Yung Miami] The City Girls be the hottest in the county Google me, bitch, yeah, I'm a real Brownlee I came up under hustlers To the street shit, a bitch been accustomed But let me chill 'cause I'm gettin' in my feelings Can't let 'em sidetrack me from the millions (Neve) I got a message for you internet bitches Start worryin' 'bout your motherfuckin' children Fuck that rap shit, I'll fight a bitch, period Matter fact, I don't see a rap bitch, period I can count on my hands who really see the vision Old City Girls verse, Pee ain't clearin' it (Nah) Wait 'til my sister come home (JT) We gon' really get these motherfuckers gone (Get 'em gone) We gon' really put these bitches in they zone (In the zone) And show 'em that the City Girls really puttin' on, period [Outro: JT & Yung Miami] I wanna send a shoutout to all my City Girls and City Boys Who be holdin' me the fuck down, through mail and CorrLinks Get they ass, Miami, don't let up on them hoes Fuck them hoes, them hoes ain't got no money Them hoes need to worry about they motherfuckin' kids And worry about they baby daddies fuckin' Fuck, when I come home... Period, game over