For the streets

Packing a bag and back on the road
That Money be calling I go
My back account watching it grow
With all m niggas won't fold
Bad lil bitch gotta hold of her of soul
She next to me catching the glow
She throwing it back on her toes
That money just cover the floor
I got sent a 40 piece
Turnt my block up raised the heat
Ashing on Mercedes seats
I can't cuff I'm for the streets
Her man hate she fuck with me
But know deep down can't fuck with me
Plane Jane Rollie won't flood the piece
Work touch down I flood the street
Let's get it

Like P I got no limits
Let's get it
Run it up fuck yo feelings
Let's get it
Bitch kept telling our business
That's petty
Bet ya home girl come
She wit it
I tried giving all them the vision
Standing on morals and standing on business
Doin dirt alone I don't need no witness
Fuck it up get it all back that's livin
Yea yea yea
I love my eater she keep it descreet
Hit her 3 times this week
But when we in public don't speak
Yea that's ya girl when I call she gonna meet
You call she pretending she sleep
Trapping each day of the week
If you don't hustle don't eat

I got sent a 40 piece
Turnt my block up raised the heat
Ashing on Mercedes seats
I can't cuff I'm for the streets
Her man hate she fuck with me
But know deep down can't fuck with me
Plane Jane Rollie won't flood the piece
Work touch down I flood the street
Let's get it

She like my type
This a supreme bag with a motherfucking Glock in it
22 cullinin she wanna ride she wanna see all the stars in it
Baby im different I still got my cleats on
Yea im still in the field with it
Still got court dates
Trying to beat these charges
My lawyer he know that I got it
I'm in Houston with a rocket on me
Shawty trying to put the body on me
I keep it P I got a couple bad bitches fucking with me
These niggas be cuffin these hoes
I just be fucking they hoes
Sharing these hoes
I can not cherish these hoes
I can not cherish these hoes

Packing a bag and back on the road
That Money be calling I go
My back account watching it grow
With all m niggas won't fold
Bad lil bitch gotta hold of her of soul
She next to me catching the glow
She throwing it back on her toes
That money just cover the floor
I got sent a 40 piece
Turnt my block up raised the heat
Ashing on Mercedes seats
I can't cuff I'm for the streets
Her man hate she fuck with me
But know deep down can't fuck with me
Plane Jane Rollie won't flood the piece
Work touch down I flood the street
Let's get it



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Diaz, Jeremiah Yoko
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