Fuck Wit Street Fam

Lyrics

[Hook] "I fuck wit that street fam" [DJ Drama shouting out Street Fam members] [Fabolous] I tell it like it is, motherfuck how it was The shit a coward does won't fuck up my sour buzz (Nah) I break em off shake em off thats just how I does (Wooh) I'm clean so I lean, like the Piza Tower does... I'm on my fidadida fly shit (fly shit) Look hoe you won't, nigga don't try shit Back from the future, on sum party mcfly shit (yes) The doors go up and lord knows i'd shit On these lame niggas (lame niggas) On these punk bitches (punk bitches) You don't want to see me reaching where that trunk switch is (nah) We in the club with the black and white skunk riches (yes) I'm matching head to toe down to my dunk stitches (yes) I make them hoes throw it up like drunk bitches If not, walk it out like unk, bitches (bitches) Two step ya ass on You missed a knock opportunity to pass on [Hook] [Verse 2] You want to hate us? take a number and get in line (line) These niggas start throwing shade when you getting shine (shine) And i'm getting mine (mine), like Southern Cal Too hot to touch, just came out the oven style (wooh) Aks my mama, i came out the oven wild (yes) My flow is city slick, slowed down southern style (yes) Two fingers up, two fingers down (what's up) If you like your chick, nigga don't bring her round (ok ok ok ok) The bob barker king in town If the price is right yeah I'm a bring her down (ok ok ok ok) Baby come on down, wait Let me tell the driver come on round, hate Where they do that? everywhere we be at baby Brooklyn new york, now you know where we at baby Come and fuck with us, nigga we love to bang Fididida boys, aka the studder gang [Hook] [DJ Drama shoutouts]