Not even a leak of their entire project could stop the City Girls. Yung Miami and JT shrugged off the leak and decided to roll with the punches, officially releasing their sophomore effort City on Lock days later to near-universal applause. The intimate exchange of the emcee breaking the news to her label was filmed while Yung Miami embarked on a solo tour, holding the group down while JT served out a prison term for credit card fraud charges. Watch the first installment of City Girls: The Series below and stay tuned for more future episodes. In more music news, 21 Savage detailed a new initiative called Bank Account at Home in an effort to expand financial literacy to high school students.
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Their second studio album, City on Lock was released on June 20, After signing to Quality Control Music , JT and Yung Miami were ranked as the most popular developing artists of the week, according to the measuring activity across Billboard charts Hot , the Social 50 , and Billboard The duo recorded their debut studio track, "Fuck Dat Nigga", which was a diss track towards their ex-boyfriends for not giving them money when they asked. Soon the track, which features a prominent sample of fellow Florida rapper Khia 's " My Neck, My Back Lick It ", racked up hundreds of thousands of plays.
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