To The Streets
I ain't sipping on no dirty why a n be so clean
Lil' ET with that 40 I put blood on the leaves
If we pop out to your party best believe we clear the scene
Trap jumping like Ed Hardy that's some shit you never seen
On the mic I cook that dope up they come back just like some feens
Talk to me nice or we could take to the streets
She ain't tryna let me leave she keep on gripping on my jeans
Michael Jackson Billy Jean
Bitch you ain't the one for me
I don't need no company
It ain't easy loving me
Why I keep them thugs with me
Why I keep them guns with me
If he try to run up on me he gon' need some surgery
If it's up then it's stuck brodie put him underneath
And that's on squad, man since a youngin' in this bitch been going hard
Man I was rapping Tay was trapping out that yard
Remember they ain't notice me now I'ma star
Man fuck that Nike on my feet I want Dior
'Member they ain't like me now they greet me at the store
Shawty said I ain't her type I got that style she can't ignore
You ain't my type you got that body I adore
Go ahead shawty drop it to the floor
Go put on a show make me want an encore
Shawty got my mind blown
We can keep this on the low
Tell me where you wanna go I'll take you on a tour
Oh yeah-yeah
Lil' ET with that 40 I put blood on the leaves
If we pop out to your party best believe we clear the scene
Trap jumping like Ed Hardy that's some shit you never seen
On the mic I cook that dope up they come back just like some feens
Talk to me nice or we could take to the streets
She ain't tryna let me leave she keep on gripping on my jeans
Michael Jackson Billy Jean
Bitch you ain't the one for me
I don't need no company
It ain't easy loving me
Why I keep them thugs with me
Why I keep them guns with me
If he try to run up on me he gon' need some surgery
If it's up then it's stuck brodie put him underneath
And that's on squad, man since a youngin' in this bitch been going hard
Man I was rapping Tay was trapping out that yard
Remember they ain't notice me now I'ma star
Man fuck that Nike on my feet I want Dior
'Member they ain't like me now they greet me at the store
Shawty said I ain't her type I got that style she can't ignore
You ain't my type you got that body I adore
Go ahead shawty drop it to the floor
Go put on a show make me want an encore
Shawty got my mind blown
We can keep this on the low
Tell me where you wanna go I'll take you on a tour
Oh yeah-yeah
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Writer(s): Emmanuel Trill
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