Woah

[Spoken Intro]

[Verse 1: 31 Gramms]
I was on the corner selling reefah and crack
Say you about that life you better keep you a strap
Put me anywhere give me 3 weeks over there
Flip phone couple bags half a brick in the scale
Yeah I come from a place where you get paid or pay
Go hustle find some money or your mess up in tape
OG Gasbags coming in from the [?]
Soon as they get imma break them bitches down and get paid
I'm talking ounces M quarters grammies I want all the fucking money
On boulevard with half a brick, Nigga it was all the way dummy
I'm in the city all the way dummy, Keep a cannon on me with a drumline that and shit like a punchline that's the only time imma tell you

[Hook: 31 Gramms]
I'm in the street for real (Yeah!)
I'm in the street for real (Pow!)
I'm in the street for real, Yall niggas really in the street for real, Yall niggas ain't in the street for real
Cause that shit bout yall niggas ain't street for real
You going to fold under pressure
When the pressure on you going to fold nigga
Nigga, you going to fold under pressure
When the pressure on you going to fold nigga
I was getting it out the bowl
Right wraps in the hole
While you was living on the whole
Old Hoe ass little nigga

[Verse 2: 31 Gramms]
I was in the kitchen trying to whip it clean trying to revive a little G baby
Call that a little hardball
We just trying to make to the ship
RIP to that boat shit
Got to thank God I got my grammies up
Baby momma couldn't top me I don't wanna fuck pull your panties up
RIP to the small time
Got to thank God I got my grammies up
Took 14 and 4 48s and 31 and 508
I'm a flipper shawty you don't see the fin
Flip a nigga put one in the wind
Walk up straight in and buy 5 bags
Middleman a whole 10
I swear to god I'm addicted to it
Shit I can't wait to jugg
If I hit your baby I don't wanna see her
Shit it might pull a shell
Can't get a job my pit duty system full of drugs
I'm on percocet and good gasoline am I geeking hoe you know that
Plus I got tattoos and one wound they cover up my body
I can't wait to rub all on her when I put my dick inside her
And she knows I'm crippin never slipping keep it with me
If they ever hit the dope I kill em both don't keep no witness

[Hook: 31 Gramms]
I'm in the street for real (Yeah!)
I'm in the street for real (Pow!)
I'm in the street for real, Yall niggas really in the street for real, Yall niggas ain't in the street for real
Cause that shit bout yall niggas ain't street for real
You going to fold under pressure
When the pressure on you going to fold nigga
Nigga, you going to fold under pressure
When the pressure on you going to fold nigga
I was getting it out the bowl
Right wraps in the hole
While you was living on the whole
Old Hoe ass little nigga