Streets shook

They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook

And I'm just tryna have my mom livin' good

On, ayy

I was talkin' about I was out of there

Next flight, I caught the next flight like

I ain't been back ever since

I don't know what the fuck goin' on

I think they said they had a flood down there a couple days ago though, shit I don't know

These crackers playin' dirty, streets shook

They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook

And now it's time to make decisions out the hood

But I'm just tryna have my mama livin' good

All these crackers playin' dirty, streets shook

They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook

And now it's time to make decisions out the hood

But I'm just tryna have my mama livin' good

Rags to riches, bags and bitches come with all of that

But you must've bumped your head, you think you takin' that

You know I ran off with his pack, burned him, ain't talkin' track

You know I'm mister take your sack, Mr. Buck the Jack

Now I ain't gon' flex like YJB me, I ain't inventin' that

But I can't let these crackers take me, I'm preventin' that

But if you got it and I don't, bitch I'm stealin' that

You know I'm all off in her kidneys tryna beat her back

Lil Stupid said I fell off with him, Mimi took the flat

IPhone ringing, daddy tryna get his TV back

On number nine, that double K, we can go tit for tat

I was in MIA, missin' in action, roger that, I'm gone

These crackers playin' dirty, streets shook

They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook

And now it's time to make decisions out the hood

But I'm just tryna have my mama livin' good

All these crackers playin' dirty, streets shook

They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook

And now it's time to make decisions out the hood

But I'm just tryna have my mama livin' good

I was gamblin' with my life, out here rollin' dice every day

My people told me it's another route, just take the way

Gotta make it happen, rob a ****, sellin' shake

I'm like it's doomsday today, you run up, I let it spray

My **** murder murder, I was slangin' double K (kill)

Call her Anna Mae, she eat that cake cake cake

As-Salaam-Alaikum, we gon' hide him in the lake

Tied his legs to some weight so he won't float to get away

My cousin really pimpin', swangin' hoes where he stay

But mama always told me don't do dirt at where you lay

All about my chips, not no fuckin' Frito Lays

I like them blue hundreds 'cause Ben light up my face

Call the Glock a pistol 'cause a pen do not erase

Lil bruh he counterfeit, damn, I found out he fake

I'm really with the shits, diarrhea, smelly stank

My **** up his tool, nah bitch this ain't no paint, ayy, Quay

These crackers playin' dirty, streets shook

They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook

And now it's time to make decisions out the hood

But I'm just tryna have my mama livin' good

All these crackers playin' dirty, streets shook

They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook

And now it's time to make decisions out the hood

But I'm just tryna have my mama livin' good