Lyrics

Yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) Southside Huh, Monster Yeah, yeah (Krazy Mob) You in gang territory, police wearin' green suits (yeah) Top model on the magazine, they just want powder, they can toot (they want powder) I'm out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute (out the trenches) Fuck that bitch, I hit her bottom and top for a pair of shoes (yeah) I'm affiliated with them ones that's gon' bring hell through (yeah) Pour a four-in-a-sixteen, I'm a real nigga, stand up (pour) I throw on sevеn tennis bracelets just to go gamblе (gamble) I'm a real street nigga, therefore I'm hard to handle A mill' cash in all 20s, shit look real sloppy Introduce the world to juggin', let these rappers copy (yeah) All this ice all over my body, never play hockey (never play hockey) While the weed growin', I'm chillin' in the mountains, hikin' (yeah) I'm always ballin in New York, but never been to Dyckman (nah) 20 racks for when I stand, I don't need a bitch to like me (yeah) All I want is money (money), nothin' else excite me I get checks, no Nike, but I got plug prices The streets hot, they spinnin' shit like a ceilin' fan (brrt) If you get caught up, don't you tell to get up out the jam (pussy) Zone 1 and 6 in Atlanta, shit like Gangland (Gangland) Everybody goin' crazy for the Freebandz You in gang territory, police wearin' green suits (yeah) Top model on the magazine, they just want powder, they can toot (they want powder) I'm out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute (out the trenches) Fuck that bitch, I hit her bottom and top for a pair of shoes (yeah) I'm affiliated with them ones that's gon' bring hell through (yeah) Pour a four-in-a-sixteen, I'm a real nigga, stand up (pour) I throw on seven tennis bracelets just to go gamble (gamble) I'm a real street nigga, therefore I'm hard to handle Told my bitch to leave me 'lone, go home and count up some racks I'm a certified street nigga, can't have me lookin' whack When I come through I'm on two pills, slam that shit from the back I got straight hair 'round my finger, hit her good then give her a check I'm a rude nigga, I get screwed up and might buy a bitch a Ghost I got two Glocks and the Drac' on me at all times, I tote Told her drive that Double R, told her how to whip it like a boat Got some shit from out of Paris, hittin' a whippet, doin' coke Kickin' down a nigga door and then I took off out of sight It's so hard for Pluto to love you, I been around prostitutes all my life I was six years old, stand outdoors, seen a nigga nose get wiped Grew up in that 6, a nigga get you blitzed then fuck your wife I been rock so many diamonds, think VVS's in my vein I got bitches that can't post me, so I throw 'em a lil' chain She a real one, she gon' go all out about me like my gang Got a new buss-down foreign and I don't even claim her (Pluto) You in gang territory, police wearin' green suits (yeah) Top model on the magazine, they just want powder, they can toot (they want powder) I'm out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute (out the trenches) Fuck that bitch, I hit her bottom and top for a pair of shoes (yeah) I'm affiliated with them ones that's gon' bring hell through (yeah) Pour a four-in-a-sixteen, I'm a real nigga, stand up (pour) I throw on seven tennis bracelets just to go gamble (gamble) I'm a real street nigga, therefore I'm hard to handle (I'm hard to handle) I'm a real street nigga, therefore I'm hard to handle (I'm hard to handle) I'm a real street nigga, therefore I'm hard to handle (I'm hard to handle)
Writer(s): Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Dwan Avery, Kenneth Bailey, Nicholas Anthony Santos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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