Street Boy (feat. Ty Lord)

They call me eboy, who fucked your bitch, that was me boy
I pulled up off a fifth of the Henny like I was Leroy
Window tints on the beamer so I can ride in peace boy
That's RIP boy, that's all I need boy
I won the gulag just so I can redeploy
And came back with a pistol just to destroy
All the hometown rappers claimin' they from Detroit
Left 'em in the street boy

I'm gonna leak these freaks put a bullet in yo cheek boy
These three teeth gon' be landin' in yo feet boy
Six feet deep like you stuck in quarantine boy
Skeet skeet skeet, Lil Jon in the east boys
Blood on the barrel from fuckin' buckin' your teeth
I put a gun to your earlobe and leave you stuck in a seat
Rock the stick like a scarecrow and put you up on a tee
Cross your arms like a pharaoh and tell 'em nothin' to see
They call me eboy, who fucked your bitch, that was me boy
I pulled up off a fifth of the Henny like I was Leroy
Window tints on the beamer so I can ride in peace boy
That's RIP boy
I sink your ship like Titanic and tell 'em try not to panic
Then bust your head on the granite, extended clip like banana
Banana split you so graphic I hope to see you in traffic
Flip your car like its magic then shoot the fuckin' mechanic
How you gon' drive away inside of that
Don't you see your tires flat
Take your bitch and make you buy her back
And if you don't then imma slide my sack across her face
Wish you coulda bought her bae
Pistol whip a bitch a day and that'll keep the doctor away

Money Mitch, I pull up lookin' like a d boy
Countin' all these chips got me feelin' like ahoy
I'm keepin' coins I let 'em stack, cause they contribute to the pack
Don't hit my line unless its cash
I swear you don't want me annoyed
The way she come and give me half
Man I feel just like a pimp (Ha ha ha ha)
Play wit' ya mind just like I'm Sigmund Freud
Play hard like I was off the 'roids
Changed how I move, focused on escapin' the void
Runnin' up the banks now they callin' me Lloyd
I give 'em fifty they gon' do a massacre, I ain't askin' 'em
They might catch a body like that Carole Baskin bitch
I'm on the banister, lookin' down, see all the travelers
I notice how they lookin' now, thought I couldn't handle it (Aha)
Finger fuck my haters, bow, might need a manicure
Not ashamed to admit that I used to be a janitor
Now I'm on some other shit (True)
They really thought they had me when they saw who I was up against
Beat the odds and shawty askin' me just what I represent
Perseverance, pressure, and pocket fillin'
Once I get that energy in me no I can't stop the feelin'
Not even when I reach a milli'
I don't need a Richard Millie
I just need a bitch with a big butt to get my dick sucked
Already got the switch I'm 'bouta big up, I kept that bitch tucked

They call me eboy, who fucked your bitch, that was me boy
I pulled up off a fifth of the Henny like I was Leroy
Window tints on the beamer so I can ride in peace boy
That's RIP boy, that's all I need boy
I won the gulag just so I can redeploy
And came back with a pistol just to destroy
All the hometown rappers claimin' they from Detroit
Left 'em in the street boy (Street boy)



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Chloros
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