Street Shit
Aight
Look
Bitch
Not for nun
You could stay on the curb
None of this street shit is ya concern
Hop out
Shells fly
Rush em
Finna let it burn
My gun go
Fah Fah
Not for nun
You could stay on the curb
None of this street shit is ya concern
Hop out
Shells fly
Rush em
Finna let it burn
My gun go
Fah Fah
I remember late nights
I was on my doley
No bread in my pocket
No bitch to hold me
Step One
Nigga listen closely
Don't be a fool and let a random close to you
Better move Tac
Nigga you better come correct
Fuck any bitch
Ion care if she get left
Stand up man nigga
I move like a vet
Move in silence
Hold that
Don't get checked
Diamonds chains blinging like they suicidal
Stupid nigga bluffin to get viral
Bitch I need that
I need all my shit
If that nigga don't jack me
He could suck my dick
Fuck bitches
Get money
I ain't saying names
But really tho
Fuck bitches
Get money
Fuckin on a rooftop
The day ain't even sunny
Beat the pussy dead
Have ha walking like a mummy
Five star dick
Throw dick in ha belly
Go straight to doctor nigga
Don't play with dummies
I'll give ha a blank stare
If a bitch say she love me
I'm not a rapper
Niggas think this shit funny
I done fucked too many bitches
I don't care if a bitch say fuck me
Any bitch that say fuck me
Say fuck me
Don't give a fuck if I die
I die
She already know my hands go both ways
She can't slide to the crib if Ian getting laid
Not repeating myself
Send the deposit
So I could get paid
Never no bad Cyphs
I keep me some fire pain
Shut that shit up bitch
Can't afford no mistakes
Fat forty with a fatter fuckin kickback
She lookin kinda good
So fuck it finna blow ha back
Bullets so big
We could knock off ya starter cap
Bitch im valid
I'll soon be on the map (Damn)
Not for nun
You could stay on the curb
None of this street shit is ya concern
Hop out
Shells fly
Rush em
Finna let it burn
My gun go
Fah Fah
Not for nun
You could stay on the curb
None of this street shit is ya concern
Hop out
Shells fly
Rush em
Finna let it burn
My gun go
Fah Fah
Glock got a dick longer then a bitch extensions
Pop up unnoticed like a fuckin mention
Light the blunt
Niggas like me want all smoke
Niggas getting popped for tryna get me poked
I'm safe
No nigga getting hold of me
Back out the knock
Nigga better use it
Knock a nigga out his toothless
That bitch ain't doin shit for me so deam
That bitch useless
Bitch just want the bread
Don't blame me
Use him
Run down
You could get poked up
And I'm the typa nigga to not give a fuck
Boys come on the block
You know we gotta duck
Don't run up
Don't test ya luck
(Damn)
Like
(Bitch)
Don't run
Don't test ya luck
Like
(Hollon)
How you a pimp but you don't even drive
I'm the baby mama taker
I fuck nigga wives
Dummy
I could tell you the truth and you jack the lie
I run Spider-Man type Miles on the ps5
Hold her by the hips
Put dick on her lips
She bad as fuck but ian bussin that trip
Put a hole In his cap like a snack pack
Disrespect me and you getting bitch smacked
Not for nun
You could stay on the curb
None of this street shit is ya concern
Hop out
Shells fly
Rush em
Finna let it burn
My gun go
Fah Fah
Not for nun
You could stay on the curb
None of this street shit is ya concern
Hop out
Shells fly
Rush em
Finna let it burn
My gun go
Fah Fah
Aight
Damn
None of this street shit is ya concern
Bitch
Look
Bitch
Not for nun
You could stay on the curb
None of this street shit is ya concern
Hop out
Shells fly
Rush em
Finna let it burn
My gun go
Fah Fah
Not for nun
You could stay on the curb
None of this street shit is ya concern
Hop out
Shells fly
Rush em
Finna let it burn
My gun go
Fah Fah
I remember late nights
I was on my doley
No bread in my pocket
No bitch to hold me
Step One
Nigga listen closely
Don't be a fool and let a random close to you
Better move Tac
Nigga you better come correct
Fuck any bitch
Ion care if she get left
Stand up man nigga
I move like a vet
Move in silence
Hold that
Don't get checked
Diamonds chains blinging like they suicidal
Stupid nigga bluffin to get viral
Bitch I need that
I need all my shit
If that nigga don't jack me
He could suck my dick
Fuck bitches
Get money
I ain't saying names
But really tho
Fuck bitches
Get money
Fuckin on a rooftop
The day ain't even sunny
Beat the pussy dead
Have ha walking like a mummy
Five star dick
Throw dick in ha belly
Go straight to doctor nigga
Don't play with dummies
I'll give ha a blank stare
If a bitch say she love me
I'm not a rapper
Niggas think this shit funny
I done fucked too many bitches
I don't care if a bitch say fuck me
Any bitch that say fuck me
Say fuck me
Don't give a fuck if I die
I die
She already know my hands go both ways
She can't slide to the crib if Ian getting laid
Not repeating myself
Send the deposit
So I could get paid
Never no bad Cyphs
I keep me some fire pain
Shut that shit up bitch
Can't afford no mistakes
Fat forty with a fatter fuckin kickback
She lookin kinda good
So fuck it finna blow ha back
Bullets so big
We could knock off ya starter cap
Bitch im valid
I'll soon be on the map (Damn)
Not for nun
You could stay on the curb
None of this street shit is ya concern
Hop out
Shells fly
Rush em
Finna let it burn
My gun go
Fah Fah
Not for nun
You could stay on the curb
None of this street shit is ya concern
Hop out
Shells fly
Rush em
Finna let it burn
My gun go
Fah Fah
Glock got a dick longer then a bitch extensions
Pop up unnoticed like a fuckin mention
Light the blunt
Niggas like me want all smoke
Niggas getting popped for tryna get me poked
I'm safe
No nigga getting hold of me
Back out the knock
Nigga better use it
Knock a nigga out his toothless
That bitch ain't doin shit for me so deam
That bitch useless
Bitch just want the bread
Don't blame me
Use him
Run down
You could get poked up
And I'm the typa nigga to not give a fuck
Boys come on the block
You know we gotta duck
Don't run up
Don't test ya luck
(Damn)
Like
(Bitch)
Don't run
Don't test ya luck
Like
(Hollon)
How you a pimp but you don't even drive
I'm the baby mama taker
I fuck nigga wives
Dummy
I could tell you the truth and you jack the lie
I run Spider-Man type Miles on the ps5
Hold her by the hips
Put dick on her lips
She bad as fuck but ian bussin that trip
Put a hole In his cap like a snack pack
Disrespect me and you getting bitch smacked
Not for nun
You could stay on the curb
None of this street shit is ya concern
Hop out
Shells fly
Rush em
Finna let it burn
My gun go
Fah Fah
Not for nun
You could stay on the curb
None of this street shit is ya concern
Hop out
Shells fly
Rush em
Finna let it burn
My gun go
Fah Fah
Aight
Damn
None of this street shit is ya concern
Bitch
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Writer(s): Christian Emmanuel Walker
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