Текст песни
Zaytoven
Boy you's a bitch and you know that shit
Somebody go check 'em, I got to split
How you gon' trip on another nigga
About a bitch who ain't even your bitch
Why you ain't flip on them other niggas?
Who took your shit, nigga you a bitch
Tryna get more niggas juice you up
That's how I know you ain't built for this
Asking questions, say what I'm doing
Don't really know, they just know I'm doing it
They say that Scoop is a bad influence
They tryna say I'm a bad influence
Cigarillo please no backwoods
Strapped like a sheriff, I'm that good
Say me and my bitch from a bad hood
Ran up the racks mean we back to it
You pussy niggas know that you ain't street
We get it all on the front street
We get it all off the back streets
Real nigga know where them packs be
You tryna trip on a dirty bitch
Let this shit fly like a better bird
The money it's flowing like spoken worthy
My girl, they judging, they judging her
I got this shit in, nigga work the work
You talking that shit, bitch you got some nerve
You niggas be snitching, you know I heard
Don't let these fuck niggas know that I serve
You run with that ho and that pussy dirty
She sucked my dick and I gave her 30
That bummy bitch wasn't even worth it
She said you broke but you always working
Always be working but still broke
Say you be stealing your partner's dope
I fuck your bitch and I copped the throat
Don't call my phone 'less a block or more
I'm a real trapper, my smart the stove
These broke ass rappers just mad and broke
I'mma pull up and I let it go
I got the kill Tem and it's fully loaded
You pussy niggas know that you ain't street
We get it all on the front street
We get it all off the back streets
Real nigga know where them packs be
You tryna trip on a dirty bitch
Let this shit fly like a better bird
The money it's flowing like Stephen Worthy
My girl, they judging, they judging her
I be the recipe to the streets
I'm sacking out like I'm KFC
Free 350, yeah he from the three
Eastside zone six where I be
RIP KP, got a sister named P
Got cars full of that mescaline, now my arm flooded with the AP
Know these niggas hate me, 'cause these niggas ain't me
Better keep it on the sidewalk nigga 'cause you niggas ain't street
I keep a big bank roll, only trap with bank roll
Trouble trouble, B. Green, that's a full two man team
You pussy niggas know that you ain't street
We get it all on the front street
We get it all off the back streets
Real nigga know where them packs be
You tryna trip on a dirty bitch
Let this shit fly like a better bird
The money it's flowing like spoken word
My girls, be durty, they durty girls