In Da Street

[Intro]
All that poppin' shit on Live, don’t end up dead (Yeah)
Them niggas ain't shot shit, ain't did a thing, that’s what I said
Yeah (Rookie-ass nigga)

[Chorus]
All that poppin' shit on Live, don't end up dead (Pussy)
Them niggas ain't shot shit, ain't did a thing, that's what I said (Dead)
Dissin' on Lil V come with a price, it's time to pay it (Yeah)
Bitch, we don’t take pictures with these rifles, might go fed (Fed)
I’m like why the fuck everybody keep on tellin' me
"Mad, you ’posed to be the face, can't still be slidin' in the street"
Tried to count me out, that shit ain't work, fuck up the industry
Almost caught some feelings for a bitch, the fuck got into me?

[Verse 1]
Pussy-ass niggas out hеre rippin’ posts and chasin' clout (Pussy)
Bitch, we be on 1220 Gun Club, tеll 'em take the route (Pull up)
Niggas out here cappin' like they steppin', put your weapon down
I know they ain't talkin' 'bout smoke, these niggas broke, they better settle down (Fuck, turn me up, yeah)
When shit up, no comin' down (Fuck 'em)
Pussy-ass niggas out here makin' posts, ain't heard a sound
Ain't droppin' shots, should be ashamed, treat 'em like a child (Turn me up)
Promise shit get deeper on this end, fuck around and drown

[Chorus]
All that poppin' shit on Live, don't end up dead (Pussy)
Them niggas ain't shot shit, ain't did a thing, that's what I said (Pussy)
Dissin' on Lil V come with a price, it's time to pay it (Long live Lil V)
Bitch, we don't take pictures with these rifles, might go fed (Fed, turn me up)
I'm like why the fuck everybody keep on tellin' me
"Mad, you 'posed to be the face, can't still be slidin' in the street" (Fuck that)
Tried to count me out, that shit ain't work, fuck up the industry (M-A-D)
Almost caught some feelings for a bitch, the fuck got into me? (Fuck got into me? Turn me up)

[Verse 2]
Hey, go to jail, become a rat (M-A-D)
Get released, become a pack (Pussy)
The fuck is bein' fired? Bitch, we step on shit, free boys in black
One-v-one, let's set the match (Turn me up)
Nigga should've checked the stats (Fuck you)
You only on that block inside your pictures, nigga, stop the cap (We steppin' on shit)
VVSs drippin' on my clothes (Yup)
Niggas act like bitches, they gon' fall in line like dominos
We was in them trenches with them glizzies, damn near upped the score (Yeah)
Goofy put a ProMag in his blick, he damn near lost his soul

[Chorus]
All that poppin' shit on Live, don't end up dead (Pussy)
Them niggas ain't shot shit, ain't did a thing, that's what I said (Pussy)
Dissin' on Lil V come with a price, it's time to pay it (Yeah)
Bitch, we don't take pictures with these rifles, might go fed (Fed)
I'm like why the fuck everybody keep on tellin' me
"Mad, you 'posed to be the face, can't still be slidin' in the street" (Turn me up)
Tried to count me out, that shit ain't work, fuck up the industry (Turn me up)
Almost caught some feelings for a bitch, the fuck got into me? (Fuck got into me?)