LEAVE THE STREETS ALONE

You get mad at me and go hang out with that skinny bitch, her boyfriend, and his homeboy, I'm putting a bullet in all yaw

You always gotta take it there
You always gotta take it there. You need to stop drinking

Look babe, you don't buy these bottles

Omni!. Either you leave the streets alone or I'm leaving you alone

My girlfriend bugging. Fuck that bitch. I’m hood-rich. Why she tripping, I'm hood rich? She always bitching. Never listens when pimping talking. Now I’m walking to the car, stumping. Chip on my shoulder. She stressed me out. I leave the house. I don’t play nice. No therapist. When I’m pissed the therapy is shopping. I’m a moody nigga. Sales girls check out my physique (I’m a sexy nigga). No cards. I pay cash, they check out my receipt. She make me mad so I cheat. Don’t believe in karma. I remember what Common-sense said. Young girls with week minds but that their butts strong. It make my dick hard. I write rap songs. Smoke bongs. No job. I ‘m a member of the lonnnng dick club. Nice to meet you. I might eat you. I might treat you to a pill or 2

A shorty, what time you get off? You ain't gotta catch the bus. Come fuck with us

Bobbie kitty, what that pussy like? Play nice and I might just smack your ass. Roll this grass. Take a drag with me. Shake your ass. (You going to eat this pussy, or what?) Girl, I might just eat your ass. I’m bad boy because I’m mad. I like new cochie, but when I’m done, I miss bae. I should stay the night. I got a point to prove and can’t lose. Bae hit my phone. Quick, Come home. I need you. (Come home quick! I need you! Come home quick! I need you!)
Quick bird bath, now I'm driving down the highway 3am on Monday. Chest-necked. Check the record. Best drunk driver in my city. Doing a buck-5o easy. Still not swerving. Just passed the po-po so, slow down. Too late now. They on the kid. Can I live? Drunk driving, plus I’m black while driving

They coming. They coming for the kid. Got two kilos and some bread and the cops just pulled up. What the fuck!? They wanna take my bread, and hit me in my head, wit, some years that I ain’t trying to do. They wanna tell me, sit your ass down in a whole in the ground. I need to know I can count on you

They coming. They coming for the kid. Got two kilos and some bread and the cops just pulled up. What the fuck!? They wanna take my bread, and hit me in my head, wit, some years that I ain’t trying to do. They wanna tell me, sit your ass down in a whole in the ground. I need to know I can count on you

They coming. They coming for the kid. Got two kilos and some bread and the cops just pulled up. What the fuck!? They wanna take my bread, and hit me in my head, wit, some years that I ain’t trying to do. They wanna tell me, sit your ass down in a whole in the ground. I need to know I can count on you

Why you pull me over pig? Is this your car? Yeah it’s my car. Is it registered to you? Yeah it’s registered to me. Give me your license and registration I ain’t giving you shit. Now, why did you pull me over? Because you got a warrant for child support from 2014. Get the fuck out of here. And you’re license is suspended. I don’t need a fucking license. Get the fuck out the car you fucking deadbeat

Luckily I know 4 women that work down the bookings. 3 of them good looking. Shout out to the C.O’s that fuck with a nigga. Shout out to the C.O.’s that a fuck a nigga