Street Credit
I stopped my lovers' killing lovers
I stopped my bruddas killing bruddas
Yeah he did it all for street credit
Yeah he left him on read it
He hope he got the message
I stopped my lovers killing lovers
I stopped my bruddas killing bruddas
He needs a medic bled red all for street credit
He got he's lyca with he's credit
The strip man he fed it
My heart hurts my bro
Not more than he's head though
Toilet by the bed though the life that he chose
The sun goes up it must come down
The moon goes up then the sun comes out
Hood trophies trapper of the year and slapper of the year
Mummy shed tears now he coming home
My heart hurts my bro
My brother always right he my right-hand man
I break him a band I throw him a few
I always stuck by you
I always had your back hard to let you go
Big fish like kippa yeah, I got my hitter here
Hands in the air if you know what it's like to flip a brick in here
I ain't pay for no pussy but there's a stripper here
They flip flap like flippa yea (flip flap like flippa yeah)
Who you talking to you talking too you're not talking to me
I keep myself hot like a hundred degrees
And girl turn weak to the knees and want this d
And shout out Leo because he resembles me
Looking in the mirror I don't want to remember me
I stopped my bruddas killing bruddas
Yeah he did it all for street credit
Yeah he left him on read it
He hope he got the message
I stopped my lovers killing lovers
I stopped my bruddas killing bruddas
He needs a medic bled red all for street credit
He got he's lyca with he's credit
The strip man he fed it
My heart hurts my bro
Not more than he's head though
Toilet by the bed though the life that he chose
The sun goes up it must come down
The moon goes up then the sun comes out
Hood trophies trapper of the year and slapper of the year
Mummy shed tears now he coming home
My heart hurts my bro
My brother always right he my right-hand man
I break him a band I throw him a few
I always stuck by you
I always had your back hard to let you go
Big fish like kippa yeah, I got my hitter here
Hands in the air if you know what it's like to flip a brick in here
I ain't pay for no pussy but there's a stripper here
They flip flap like flippa yea (flip flap like flippa yeah)
Who you talking to you talking too you're not talking to me
I keep myself hot like a hundred degrees
And girl turn weak to the knees and want this d
And shout out Leo because he resembles me
Looking in the mirror I don't want to remember me
Credits
Writer(s): Kori Bennett
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