Street Credit Lyrics

I stopped my lovers' killing lovers

I stopped my bruddas killing bruddas

Yeah he did it all for street credit

Yeah he left him on read it

He hope he got the message

I stopped my lovers killing lovers

I stopped my bruddas killing bruddas

He needs a medic bled red all for street credit

He got he's lyca with he's credit

The strip man he fed it

My heart hurts my bro

Not more than he's head though

Toilet by the bed though the life that he chose

The sun goes up it must come down

The moon goes up then the sun comes out

Hood trophies trapper of the year and slapper of the year

Mummy shed tears now he coming home

My heart hurts my bro

My brother always right he my right-hand man

I break him a band I throw him a few

I always stuck by you

I always had your back hard to let you go

Big fish like kippa yeah, I got my hitter here

Hands in the air if you know what it's like to flip a brick in here

I ain't pay for no pussy but there's a stripper here

They flip flap like flippa yea (flip flap like flippa yeah)

Who you talking to you talking too you're not talking to me

I keep myself hot like a hundred degrees

And girl turn weak to the knees and want this d

And shout out Leo because he resembles me

Looking in the mirror I don't want to remember me