Street Love

(album: Mud Baby - 2020)

Ayy, yo, that's Popp and that's Petty
Damn, getting fetti with Petty, this shit is heavy
I heard that they started to doubt me, they getting buried
And you know we coming harder, my nigga (Othello on the)

He took me to that island, had me sipping' on that Mai Tai
He gon' keep me dripping in that Gucci, Louis, Prada
Since you got that money, baby, then I need a lotta
The way this nigga looking, turn him to my baby father

Girl, you better chill, I already got a baby
Surfing in that pussy, girl, you know that shit be wavy
Fucking you for hours, got a nigga feeling lazy
If I spend that bag on you, you better not play me

Nah, long as you come home at night
You be on that corner, right?
Make it home to mommy, I'ma ride you like a motor bike
Better yet, a jet ski, it get super wetsy
It get super messy

Fuck it, you could bless me
When I'm up in Philly I be riding with a choppa
Gotta keep it lowkey so I pull up in the squatter
Baby, you the baddest, girl, you know that you a problem
All these bitches calling, girl, I fuck around and block 'em

And girl, you so bad, gotta call the police
Way you eat this pussy got me weak in my knees
You better be bougie with these niggas, don't speak
You better spend money, gotta keep me on fleek
Yeah, you know that I ride for you
Call me, I'ma slide for you
And if it came to it then I fuck around and die for you
Okay, you say it's forever
You know I'm there for whatever
I was just toting Berettas, you made me change for the better

Air Force, Dickie pants, street nigga
I was broke last year, my bag bigger
If he hating he another mad nigga
Young nigga, [?], I'm that nigga

I'm that bitch, them other bitches is average
We up now, 'member when we didn't have shit?
Now it's fly shit, them other bitches better not try shit
Yeah, you took 'em to Miami but we on Dubai shit
Know I'm yours, baby, you could tell your niggas that you got her
Make them bitches mad 'cause them bitches ain't get nada
On the real, baby, never even thought I'd feel love
Now I'm on some Mary J. shit, I found my real love

Girl, you so bad, gotta call the police
Way you eat this pussy got me weak in my knees
You better be bougie with these niggas, don't speak
You better spend money, gotta keep me on fleek
Yeah, you know that I ride for you
Call me, I'ma slide for you
And if it came to it then I fuck around and die for you
Okay, you say it's forever
You know I'm there for whatever
I was just toting Berettas, you made me change for the better