Fleaa Mason - Married Lyrics

They stop all the talk when I walk in
If fleaa got on yellow you better be cautious
I treat the trap house like a office
If I'm running lowwww and ain't got no work then all of the feens a get nauseous
My shit pure white like them forces
I swear to god everything potent
I married the streets then divorced it

I married that bitch then I stepped out
The jakes on my body and got no warrant
They search me I'm feeling so stressed out
Remember them days I was left out
My nuggas was jiggy my pockets was iffy
Until I got litt brought all these racks out
You Never throw stones at a glass house
If it's my crib then you assed out

I been ripping and running
Y'all flexing but live on a budget
It's funny I knew y'all was fronting
Let's end the discussion
Like special ed kids I been dumbing
I back it out and then you start running
I'm still with the shits

The streets don't love nobody
These bitches don't love nobody
F*ck what you thought
And fleaa cant love no thotties
These bitches be f*ckin my boys

Ain't missin no shots
Extending my reach with the Glock
They told you that fleaa make it hot

Stop lookin for proof
Stupid i said I'm the truth
If it's war then I send out the troops
It's time to regroup
I'm trippy with all this loot
If they slackin they gone follow suit

Lil mama a addict
Addicted to makin it happen
I'm focused on finding my balance
And stacking this cabbage
You evil I'm yellin no malice
She told me her pussy the fattest

Don't tell me lies
I'm steady protecting my pride
And pushing my feelings aside
A lot on my mind
They hiding but ain't hard to find
I hope I ain't wasting my time

No snitching in court
I married the streets got divorced
Applying the pressure with force
It came with a cost
But most of your niggas is soft
And bitches say you ain't got sauce

And that's when i laugh
I'm drippy and don't gotta brag
They throwing that kitty I don't gotta ask
They stop all the talk when I walk with a bag
Look
See that you stuck on that same shit
And I ball with the niggas I came with
Cause these new nuggas front and they change quick
See I just came up from the basement
Used to f*ck on them hoes that was nameless
Now I f*ck wit The streets don't love nobody
These bitches don't love nobody
F*ck what you thought
And fleaa cant love no thotties
These bitches be f*ckin my boys
They stop all the talk when I walk in
If fleaa got on yellow you better be cautious
I treat the trap house like a office
If I'm running lowwww and ain't got no work then all of the feens a get nauseous
My shit pure white like them forces
I swear to god everything potent
I married the streets then divorced it