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[Chorus]
AK’s I really shot them
Guns I really got them
Half these boys be lying in they rhymes
Bitch I’m not them
I got got street cred
Nigga I got street cred
Nigga I got street cred
Nigga I got street credibility
Big faces really stack them
Dawg I’m really trapping
Nah I aint just rapping all you gotta do is ask em
I got got street cred
Nigga I got street cred
Nigga I got street cred
Nigga I got street credibility
[Verse]
And I got credit
Good beacon score great
High blood pressure from all tha bacon ate
And beef
Love steak
And lately
I been letting the beef escape teeth
Slide
Should have put the thunder on em
Made em do the electric slide
I’m electric
Shocking
Amazing
Sometime I amaze myself
Need to behave myself
Out of control
Its been a rocky road
Heavy metal
Rock and roll
Mosh pit
But some niggas wont quit
Believe this don’t go and ask
Use the tools like an axe
Paul Bunyan
Norm or not
Yall onions
Stink
In the blink of an eye
I’ll snap like Jesus
Stay strapped
Its young Slim
From the bottom of the map
Florida order in the court
Judge cross ya nuts
Gotta be nuts
To think I’m bitchin’
I got nuts and I smell pussy
Strong whiff of it
You’re such a whip cousin
Yes I got road rage
Test and your role dead
Roadkill
[Chorus]
AK’s I really shot them
Guns I really got them
Half these boys be lying in they rhymes
Nigga I got street credibility
Big faces really stack them
Nah I aint just rapping all you gotta do is ask em
Nigga I got street credibility
So real niggas they feeling me
My lifestyle aint no make believe
Won’t hesitate to make you bleed
Bitch you better ask about me
But when you go ask about me
Don’t go ask no fuck nigga
Cause them there I don’t fuck with
My pistol thats my credit card
I use that bitch I swear to God
It aint got no limit on it
As long as that extended on it
And that means I can max out
It take more heat than the crack house
When the SK start to fold out
Lil pussy niggas might black out
Bout that bread nigga grilled chees
I ain’t talking keyboards
But they stay pushing them white keys
Yall just hangin round hoods
Taking to make it sound good
Jump up in the booth and start to lie about ya’ll childhood
Nigga scared to bust a fucking nut
Lying about some dope that he ain’t never touched
Look I’m a real nigga bitch
Go and ask my peeps about me
Go and ask the streets about me
Half these boys be lying in they rhymes
Nigga I got street credibility
Big faces really stack them
Nah I aint just rapping all you gotta do is ask em
Nigga I got street credibility
I’m a lion with more strips than a zebra
Always talkin about the next man
I got a private serious question
Like question when’s the last time you been to jail
Aint been since a juvenile
Wait a second cool it now
Got bitches tryna check in
Yall niggas need room key
And that aint talking pistols
Bitch I’m talking street cred
Go in any hood you dont even need your strap
The gangsters know about you
The little kids they love you
Throw em a couple of dollars tell em to hit the ice cream truck up
I spend my money in the hood
Cause thats where my money come from
Let my people know I aint forgot where I come from