Streets (hokey pokey) Lyrics

I make way too much to be outside drunk and high off my ass

But last night was way too lit I'm thinking bout running it back

Got casa in me casa

Don too and of course we got pat

One shot of tequila and she already throwing back

she making it clap

Now I feel like bane cuz I'm thinking of breaking her back

Swerving in these lanes cuz she toppin I'm whippin the scatt

And once this weekend end guarantee that I'm sending her back

To these streets

Where she deserve to be

Now she geeked

Cuz her boyfriend ain't me

To these streets

But she don't wanna leave

Too bad

But your time is up with me

Designer all over my body

I swear I stepped in to this bitch just to party

Your girl look at me like the lottery

Better hold on to that bitch do you copy

Cuz if she around me acting naughty I know imma fuck nigga there ain't no probably

You in love with a hoe so you sorry

I'll do it again nigga ain't no apologies

Just let that bitch go

I don't see no reason to die for a hoe

And just like a copper I keep me a pole

So just hold the L cuz she already chose

Nigga you know the game and you know how it goes

Please don't get popped thinking that we is foes

When I don't want her thot ass anymore

That's when I send her ass back to your door

Huh

My fault, first I got send to my bro

then we all good she all yours

You should've just left her alone

I ain't even have to link with the bitch and she already blow up my phone

So I cannot even begin to imagine what she gon do off the patron

I make way too much to be outside drunk and high off my ass

But last night was way too lit I'm thinking bout running it back

Got casa in me casa

Don too and of course we got pat

One shot of tequila and she already throwing back she making it clap

Now I feel like bane cuz I'm thinking of breaking her back

Swerving in these lanes cuz she toppin I'm whippin the scatt

And once this weekend end guarantee that I'm sending her back

To these streets

Where she deserve to be

Now she geeked

Cuz her boyfriend ain't me

To these streets

But she don't wanna leave

Too bad

But your time is up wit me

Allow me to go crazy

All of these hits and they still under rate me

All of these clones and they still never made me

But fuck that noise cuz they still gotta pay me

Za pack bitch boof it's stanky

Big 40, bad mood it's cranky

Watching out for the niggas that's janky

Make em do the hokey pokey if he thinking he can stain me

He stepped in, so I had to air it out

Point that choppa then you shake it all about

All these bullets made him turn himself around

And that's what it's all about

Real nigga shit

I make way too much to be outside drunk and high off my ass

Got casa in me casa, don too, and of course we got pat