Streets

(Trackerz)

I don't need a gangster, I am one
I spent forty racks on a chain, ten racks on my wigs
That's why I'm looking badder than your bitch
My nigga, I'm lit
I don't need a gangster, I am one
You brought ten racks, I brought three-hundred thousand
I've got three phones, but I'm legit, baby
I've got drip on, but it ain't cheap, baby
South City, baby, I'm cheeky, baby
If you want me to shut up, then make me, baby
He said he want my chocolate spread but do not tell her
'Cause I wrap a girl then I rock her fella, uh
Boy, I'm just as rude as I look
Even got the mandem shook
All I do is flip that paper
Flip it like a page in a book
I ain't even taking a look
Niggas know to pay me in full
Hoo-hoo-hoo
Hoo-hoo-hoo
Uh, are you tryna take charge when you ain't the plug?
You know who I be, I don't need no buzz
Bitch try take me for a mug
I'ma deck her on the road like a bus
I be rolling with the thugs
I order jollof rice in Deluxe
I run from olopa with the drugs
I smoked a whole zed on my ones
'Cause I got the funds, bitch
Shaybo be the baddest on her ones
Got a flicky in my wig, baby, I don't need no guns
No cap, hun
Keep him on track, he do the runs
Baby, I run the hooligans (Uh)
Bitch, I'm the youngest of the olders
Shaybo from the streets, now she rapping on the MOBOs
Stormzy called me "queen", it upset a lot of hobos
But do something, bozos
Look, I want proof in my photos
How am I self-proclaimed when the streets know who I be?
Forty racks on my chain, bitch, do it like me
I really own all the shit I put on my IG
So no one should ever call me their YG
Shaybo really gang gang
The baddest, that's the hashtag
No photos, bitch, I don't do the Snapchat
No cap rap
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