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Stuck In The Streets

 

Stuck In The Streets

(album: Family Not A Group - 2019)


(Hit-Boy...)

[DaBoii:]
Bitch, I been that nigga, ask that bitch what
When you down on your ass, who gon' pick you up?
It only take one call for me to get you touched
Brodie bro gon' slide with shotty pump, that's that Ricky run
Going through some shit, hard not to think about
Glock my necessity, bitch, I can't leave without
If you my nigga, be my nigga, ain't no keeping count
Pop a Perc before I fuck her, watch me beat it down
I'm just gon' put it in her gut, you gon' eat her out
Put that pressure on a nigga, what you be about?
Yeah, you be rapping 'bout that block, but you don't be around
Pop up to a sucka's show, that won't be announced, bitch

[Yhung T.O.:]
And I'ma catch a body 'fore I catch a feeling
Once I peep your true colors, shit was extra different
Heard the feds got a case, they're tryna hit us with it
But I'ma catch a flight 'fore I get caught up in it
I was posted on that block, just a young nigga
223s, I bring them chops, we don't go ones, nigga
Parked up in their business, tryna catch a nigga slipping
But them niggas don't come out, it's like we funking with our bitches
When you stuck up in them streets, it ain't no way up out it
I lost my nigga to this shit, we sprayed that K about it
And every time we pull a skid, we ain't gon' speak about it
You posting pictures with that strap, but you don't scare nobody

[Slimmy B:]
To a broke ho, three words: "Bitch, fuck it" ("Bitch, fuck it")
Hit it from the back, then kick her out, we don't cut 'em
Glock hold 30, shoot a couple, make 'em tumble (Boom, boom-boom)
All facts, no cap, real rap, this ain't mumble
If the pussy wet, dive in, I'd love to (I'd love to)
When them bullets fly, bitch where you gon' run to? (Where you gon' run to?)
Suckas flexing all these guns, we got guns too (We got guns too)
Hit your bitch from the back and got sucked too (Nigga)
Hella foreigns back-to-back and we lane changing (Skrrt skrrt)
You ain't ready for these streets, they ain't a safe haven
What's the point of having ass if it ain't shakin'?
If this Glock get to barking, then I can't tame it (Boom boom)
Young niggas with that bag, yeah, we been hot (Been hot)
If them suckas was outside, they would've been dropped (Nerd)
If you let the bitch breathe, she would've been knocked
You ain't bringing in no guap, bitch, kick rocks

[Yhung T.O.:]
And I'ma catch a body 'fore I catch a feeling
Once I peep your true colors, shit was extra different
Heard the feds got a case, they're tryna hit us with it
But I'ma catch a flight 'fore I get caught up in it
I was posted on that block, just a young nigga
223s, I bring them chops, we don't go ones, nigga
Parked up in their business, tryna catch a nigga slipping
But them niggas don't come out, it's like we funking with our bitches
When you stuck up in them streets, it ain't no way up out it
I lost my nigga to this shit, we sprayed that K about it
And every time we pull a skid, we ain't gon' speak about it
You posting pictures with that strap, but you don't scare nobody

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