OUT THE STREETS

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy

[Chorus]
What you expect from my niggas? They tryna get it out the streets
Still need a check for my niggas, they tryna get it by all means
And I'm not worried 'bout people, I know these niggas envy me
I know these niggas is evil, they take you out to switch your seats
And I'm telling all my people to keep the pole
I know my young niggas wilding, they lose control
I know the streets gettin' violent, that's all you know
But everything perfect timing so take it slow

[Verse 1]
What you expect from me, nigga? I'm tryna get it on my own
What you expect from my niggas? They tryna whip it out the bowl
They tried to say I ain't the hottest 'cause a nigga moved from home
I'm the only poppin' artist, man, that shit was dry as bones
This 2OUTH2ID3 shit worldwide and y'all niggas local
Every style a nigga do original
And everything is pivotal and y'all niggas is mixin' up
And every song y'all do, it sound the same, y'all niggas need to switch it up
And all that money you been flexin' on the 'Gram ain't big enough
And all these niggas went from hookahs to shooters, they switchin' up
You work a job, if you miss your shift, you need to pick it up
With the 2OUTH2ID3, gonna get it out the mud, don't need you niggas
And when I pop off and get me a check, ain't gon' feed you niggas
And I remember all that fake ass love, can't see you niggas
Now remember, if you ever cross me, won't be breathin', nigga (Pussy)

[Chorus]
What you expect from my niggas? They tryna get it out the streets
Still need a check for my niggas, they tryna get it by all means
And I'm not worried 'bout people, I know these niggas envy me
I know these niggas is evil, they take you out to switch your seats
And I'm telling all my people to keep the pole
I know my young niggas wilding, they lose control
I know the streets gettin' violent, that's all you know
But everything perfect timing so take it slow

[Verse 2]
Ayy, man, enough of that small talk, I need to get back to business
I had to get back to the money, had to get out my feelings
I know my niggas rootin' for me 'cause they know I'm the realest
I know them niggas talkin' down ain't even in my division
Local bitches gon' wipe me down 'cause they know I get the digits
I'm gettin' commas, the commas, commas, can't even make a sentence
So fuck your mamas, mamas, mamas, don't need no repentance
'Cause I'm that nigga, I'm still that nigga, I been that nigga
Boy, I'm so hot that I turned cold, I think I need a chinchilla
Put all these clips inside your home just like you makin' a Triller
I like my bitches chocolate-bone and all they toes is vanilla
And if you leave your bitch alone I might just swipe her like Tinder
I beat that pussy 'til it's down and turn that shit to gang member
A nigga icy to the dome, they call me crown rock December
I'm countin' prices like Puffy Combs but that's my agenda

[Chorus]
What you expect from my niggas? They tryna get it out the streets
Still need a check for my niggas, they tryna get it by all means
And I'm not worried 'bout people, I know these niggas envy me
I know these niggas is evil, they take you out to switch your seats
And I'm telling all my people to keep the pole
I know my young niggas wilding, they lose control
I know the streets gettin' violent, that's all you know
But everything perfect timing so take it slow