Message To the Streets

All that petty shit back and forth, that's the shit that I don't like
Steady talking like a gangsta, but your ass is scared to fight
Run up on me, fucking wrong, guaranteed you'll lose your life
That sneak dissing pussy shit, that's the shit that I don't get

Why the fuck you mad bro, cause I took your last hoe
But you the one that up and left, claiming that your ass is stressed
Saying that your ass depressed, boy you is a straight bitch
I'll beat you with this fucking gun and guaranteed you won't do shit, you bitch

I ain't wanna take this shit to the internet, I ain't even wanna make no songs
But if you ain't gon' come at me directly, if you ain't gon' come at me as a man
then it's all smoke
I'ma light your ass up on this track and then light your ass up in the streets

Say you're gonna catch my ass lacking, boy I'm really bout that action
Any day and any weather, guaranteed you'll get the static
The trunk full of automatics and we also got pumps
So quit that driving past my spot, cause bitch I like to head hunt

Yeah I'll go and knock lung, cause hoe your ass is not tough
I knew you since middle school, so why the hell you tryna front
You ain't fucking hard and bitch you ain't straight from them streets
Everything you doing now, I was doing at sixteen, bitch

You know the beefs a little bit different when you know the motherfucker since a kid
I knew you before you was thuggin'
Back when your ass wore button-ups and motherfucking boots, you a hoe-ass boy
Now you got a pistol and thank you hard, you ain't on shit

I'll make one phone call and get your pussy ass stretched
Fuck around and find out I ain't even gotta drop a check
Yeah I'm done with this shit
I'm done with this shit



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Writer(s): Riley Cagle
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