Yeah

From the bottom of the bottom

We didn't put no tears in this shit

El Chito

When the gangster shit get involved, they gon' run from it (Run from it)

I move like the wind for real (For real), ain't no comin' for me (No comin' for me)

Play with me in public, lil' bitch, I'm a head busser (Yeah)

Prepare myself for the worst 'cause I know that storm comin' (It comin')

I done did all the gangster shit, ain't no point to prove (No point to prove)

Been in the streets all my life, so they think I'm a fool (Yeah)

Go to the lot and cash out, don't know which car to choose (You dig?)

Die in the street, sad to say you don't know how to move (Lil' bitch)

Walk on camp, I gotta speak up (Gotta speak up)

Just gettin' started, can't lift my feet up (Feet up)

When you sleep, just know I'm up (I'm up)

If you run up, you get done up (Get done up)

Long nights for thuggin' (Thuggin'), I gotta go feed the fam (Yeah)

Got this shit up out the mud (Mud), you can ask my grandma (Grandma)

Fuck that, you can ask the streets (The streets)

Tryna dodge all these goofy-ass **** that be in the street (Bitch ass)

Gotta be ten steps ahead, that's just how I be (I be)

This just for the streets

Shake that ass, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch), get low for me (Get low)

What you got there, fool? It look like you know somethin' (Your mama)

Real D-boy, it look like I sold somethin' (Real D-boy)

It look like I growed somethin'

Shake that ass, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch), get low for me (Get low)

Let me see you dance (You dance), go put on a show for me (A show for me)

Just keep on pushin' even when that road bumpy (Road)

Everybody put in work 'round here, even the 'bows comin' (You dig?)

Save that money, stack it up (Stack it up)

Stop pocket watchin' 'cause you know you can't even add me up (Add me up)

In some fast shit tappin' the gas (Gas), you know you can't catch up (Bitch)

Man, this just my lifestyle, I can't even flex up

Man, this just my lifestyle

When the gangster shit get involved, they gon' run from it

I move like the wind for real (For real), ain't no comin' for me (No comin' for me)

Play with me in public, lil' bitch, I'm a head busser (Head busser)

Prepare myself for the worst 'cause I know that storm comin' (It's comin')

I done did all the gangster shit, ain't no point to prove (No point to prove)

Been in the streets all my life, so they think I'm a fool (Lil' bitch)

Go to the lot and cash out, don't know which car to choose (Yeah)

Get low for me

Goddamn

Strike a pose for me

Shake that ass

Get low