K Street Lyrics

Fuck me up

Fuck me up

Fuck me up

Fuck me up

Fuck me up

Fuck me up

He trying

Fuck me up

Fuck me up

He trying

Fuck me up

Fuck me up

Fuck me up

He trying to fuck me up in a double tree on K Street

You knew I was a baddie when you met me

All that shit I let be when it comes to me

Who gon' check me

How many checkouts and you left me

Don't get cringy, stingy with my love

You didn't do that shit I do, nigga

You know what we discuss

All that U Street Club shit, nigga

You know I'm way above, I'm grown and grindin

And you still on happy hour

Even when our shit go sour

He trying to fuck me up in a double tree on K Street

K Street

K Street

K Street

You steady watchin' power

As if I'm ghostin

You ain't Tyreke, I ain't Tasha

How you let them niggas rob ya

I gave you countless re-ups

And you still drinkin' double cups

I guess I should give a fuck

Your mama told me you was rough

Even your driver caught your bluff

These black trucks and these sections

That you think are enough

This lit shit guess was just my luck

Defense mechanisms started showin' up

These drugs we use before they started showin' up

Is this the real you or who your friends knew

Takin' up space in my living room

While I'm on Zoom

Telling your mama the truth for once

Constantly telling you to hide your gun

Is he the fucking one

This shit is ghetto mode

Can I change the channel to this fucking show

Or is this just how it goes

For niggas like us

Stuck around a bunch of niggas who's sus

They sus

They sus

They sus

They sus

They sus

They sus

He's tryna fuck me up

He's tryna fuck me up

And I want you on Gay Street

He's tryna fuck me up

He's tryna fuck me up

He's tryna fuck me up

1, 2, 3

On Gay Street