Street Nigga Lyrics

Big ass gun, I can't even tuck this motherfucker, my pants too skinny

Your BM could never eat this dick, lil' boy, I'm too picky

Hoppin' out a Benz, lookin' like I ran up 250

Bitches in my DMs sendin' pictures of they new titties

When it come down to havin' guns and funds, you can't have too many

You gotta keep these people out your business, they be too friendly

Ill do some grimey shit, then rap about the way I do niggas

And they ain't gon' do nothin' cause it ain't nothin' that they can do with me

When shit start lookin' too iffy, just peep the scene, up and squeeze

Finger fuck my sex toy, this AR came with double D's

Speak this traponese so fluently, no nigga touchin' me

When it come to flushin' Ps, I don't think no nigga out hustlin' me

Gangsters, hustlers, killers, robbers, 50 poppers, AR's

My dog fresh out the pen with a .45, tucked in his state draws

Kutthroat society where you can die violating gang laws

R*y put that fye on Eric, them niggas grew up in the same house

You gotta keep in mind, I'm a street nigga

I'm good in any hood, I be in real street nigga

You play with me, we gon' get busy in these streets with ya

Scratched up CD, we keep spinnin' on repeat nigga

You gotta keep in mind, I'm a street nigga

I'm good in any hood, I be in real street nigga

You play with me, we gon' get busy in these streets with ya

Scratched up CD, we keep spinnin' on repeat nigga

Rell keep your eyes on me

Them niggas talkin' down on me like they gon' pop on me

I hope a nigga paid for his plot before he start plottin' on me

You ain't my dog, you see my opps you don't up yo Glock and squeeze

You know that's vice versa

Watch what you say about that gunplay, you got the right person

My lil' nigga was 17, walkin' free with five murders

That's on God, nigga

Now am I dry snitchin' or lying you decide, nigga

2024 got nothing but fullies when we slide, nigga

Just me and bro 200 bullets in this ride, nigga

Three different flavors in this wood when I get high, nigga

Try me, you gon' die, really

Walk down with that fire, hit him

Send him to the sky, quickly

Got enough shooters to go to war with the entire city

Can't make this up, just call my bluff, you think I'm lyin', nigga

From the very moment you drop a diss, just know your time tickin

Announce yourself, I'm iron grippin', sorry about that, my mind be trippin

You gotta keep in mind, I'm a street nigga

I'm good in any hood, I be in real street nigga

You play with me, we gon' get busy in these streets with ya

Scratched up CD, we keep spinnin' on repeat nigga

You gotta keep in mind, I'm a street nigga

I'm good in any hood, I be in real street nigga

You play with me, we gon' get busy in these streets with ya

Scratched up CD, we keep spinnin' on repeat nigga