Flood The Streets

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Funk or Die) Alright Yeah [Verse] This that bag talk, get your paper up How the fuck you get to talk when you ain't made enough? I just fuck her like a dog, you just ate it up I be fuckin' model bitches that you pay to fuck 'Member I was down, now I'm up, bitch, we winnin' Duckin' from the narcs, bendin' corners, hittin' fences Baby, keep your focus, eyes steady, on a mission All my chains on, feelin' comfy in the trenches Nigga, what your paper like? Niggas always talkin' heavy, but they paper light I just gave her syrup dick, she wanna stay the night I told baby gotta go, I'm finna catch a flight I flew 'em in Bags comin', bring the movеrs in Hangin' with the dealers or I'm mobbin' with my hooligans How you nеver hit nobody? What you shootin' then? Burnin' up the tires, doin' donuts in the newest Benz My nigga said it's on the floor, I told him count me in How the fuck is you a boss and you can't up a ten? How the fuck is you the boss and you can't up a crib? Worth a lot of money in the trenches, that's just how I live Stop it, you ain't got no money in your pocket Niggas mad when they bitch talk, I'm the topic Nigga, what's the lean price? Don't give a fuck, I'ma cop it Reachin' for my chain, 40 punch you like it's boxin' Ain't got no Morton, where the Wockeisha? Don't do the alcohol and I don't pop neither Brodie tried to hit a nigga granny, swear he need a preacher Chrome Heart, bouncin' out the rental lookin' like the reaper Baby put the pussy down on me, put me in a sleeper I don't even want your bitch, she look like Jeepers Creepers Flood the streets with my bars, I'ma feed the people My fiend use all utensils, he just need a needle Wealthy on, if it ain't that, I bet I got VLONE If she ain't talkin' 'bout no money, tell her leave me 'lone These niggas tryna bite my swag, I think I got a clone Naw, this is a Runtz pack, this is not cologne You better get your bitch, bruh, she tryna take me home She see them F.O.D. chains, this the icy show I'm an ugly nigga, but I'm paid, plus she like me, though She tryna suck my dick off, but this your wifey, though Four grams of Cookie in a 'Wood mixed with Do-Si-Do I got this shit up in the bag just like a four-for-four I still'll slime a nigga out, I'll probably cut your throat Nigga speakin' on the dead, you know how that shit go [Outro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)