U Ain't Street (feat. Bankroll Fresh & B. Green)

Boy you's a bitch and you know that shit Somebody go check 'em, I got to split How you gon' trip on another nigga About a bitch who ain't even your bitch Why you ain't flip on them other niggas? Who took your shit, nigga you a bitch Tryna get more niggas juice you up That's how I know you ain't built for this Asking questions, say what I'm doing Don't really know, they just know I'm doing it They say that Scoop is a bad influence They tryna say I'm a bad influence Cigarillo please no backwoods Strapped like a sheriff, I'm that good Say me and my bitch from a bad hood Ran up the racks mean we back to it These pussy niggas know that you ain't street We get it all on the front street We get it all off the back streets Real nigga know where them packs be You tryna trip on a dirty bitch Let this shit fly like a [?] bird The money it's flowing like [?] worthy My girl, they judging, they judging her I got this shit in, nigga work the work You talking that shit, bitch you got some nerve You niggas be snitching, you know I heard Don't let these fuck niggas know that I serve You run with that ho and that pussy dirty She sucked my dick and I gave her 30 That bummy bitch wasn't even worth it She said you broke but you always working Always be working but still broke Say you be stealing your partner's dope I fuck your bitch and I copped the throat Don't call my phone 'less a block or more I'm a real trapper, my [?] the stove These broke ass rappers just mad and broke I'mma pull up and I let it go I got the kill [?] and it's fully loaded These pussy niggas know that you ain't street We get it all on the front street We get it all off the back streets Real nigga know where them packs be You tryna trip on a dirty bitch Let this shit fly like a [?] bird The money it's flowing like Stephen Worthy My girl, they judging, they judging her I be the recipe to the streets I'm sacking out like I'm KFC Free 350, yeah he from the 3 Eastside Zone 6 where I be RIP KP, got a sister named P Got cars full of that mescaline, now my arm flooded with the AP Know these niggas hate me, cause these niggas ain't me Better keep it on the sidewalk nigga cause you niggas ain't street I keep a big bank roll, only trap with Bankroll Trouble trouble, B. Green, that's a full two man team These pussy niggas know that you ain't street We get it all on the front street We get it all off the back streets Real nigga know where them packs be You tryna trip on a dirty bitch Let this shit fly like a durty bird The money it's flowing like spoken word My girls, be durty, they durty girls