I'm a real street nigga all about that sack
I don't f*ck with no rats you get yo' head cracked in this trap
I keep them rubber bands on that green and keep that dope packed in that wax
Keep my phone on for them traps in case I ever gotta get back
Shoot whoever gotta get smacked I run the streets like I run track
And the whole hood know my face I ain't hard to find I'm on base
If I wasn't on ninth I'm on eighth with a Glock nine on my waist
And a bad bitch in my face and my young boy looking out for Jake
Lets go lets go
Send my dog to hit em' up boy that chopper lift him up
Niggas can't get rid of us that AK gone rip
Left that nigga sitting up look what the streets did to us
Pussy money fifty blunts that SK 100 clip
Send my dog to hit em' up boy that chopper lift him up
Niggas can't get rid of us that AK gone rip
Left that nigga sitting up look what the streets did to us
Pussy money fifty blunts that SK 100 clip
My bitch black but her whip foreign keep the Tommy but this ain't Martin
Yea I gotta beard bitch this ain't Harden but I shoot from deep and I stay scoring
Grey Porsche I got get it I don't wait for it you talk heavy I weigh more
They f*ck with me cause I pay more I get money I pray more
Anybody want to say more nigga say less I spray more better wear a vest
We like Stringer Bell and Avon season one I ain't seeing none
Hotter than us nigga better bring ya gun on Mrs. Lynette I'm bringing one
Even Mrs. Lynette might bring in one
Send my dog to hit em' up boy that chopper lift him up
Niggas can't get rid of us that AK gone rip
Left that nigga sitting up look what the streets did to us
Pussy money fifty blunts that SK 100 clip
Send my dog to hit em' up boy that chopper lift him up
Niggas can't get rid of us that AK gone rip
Left that nigga sitting up look what the streets did to us
Pussy money fifty blunts that SK 100 clip
Susfreegood - Hit Em Up (feat. Zsaheem) Lyrics
Susfreegood - Hit Em Up (feat. Zsaheem) Lyrics
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I'm a real street nigga all about that sack
I don't f*ck with no rats you get yo' head cracked in this trap
I keep them rubber bands on that green and keep that dope packed in that wax
Keep my phone on for them traps in case I ever gotta get back
Shoot whoever gotta get smacked I run the streets like I run track
And the whole hood know my face I ain't hard to find I'm on base
If I wasn't on ninth I'm on eighth with a Glock nine on my waist
And a bad bitch in my face and my young boy looking out for Jake
Lets go lets go
Send my dog to hit em' up boy that chopper lift him up
Niggas can't get rid of us that AK gone rip
Left that nigga sitting up look what the streets did to us
Pussy money fifty blunts that SK 100 clip
Send my dog to hit em' up boy that chopper lift him up
Niggas can't get rid of us that AK gone rip
Left that nigga sitting up look what the streets did to us
Pussy money fifty blunts that SK 100 clip
My bitch black but her whip foreign keep the Tommy but this ain't Martin
Yea I gotta beard bitch this ain't Harden but I shoot from deep and I stay scoring
Grey Porsche I got get it I don't wait for it you talk heavy I weigh more
They f*ck with me cause I pay more I get money I pray more
Anybody want to say more nigga say less I spray more better wear a vest
We like Stringer Bell and Avon season one I ain't seeing none
Hotter than us nigga better bring ya gun on Mrs. Lynette I'm bringing one
Even Mrs. Lynette might bring in one
Send my dog to hit em' up boy that chopper lift him up
Niggas can't get rid of us that AK gone rip
Left that nigga sitting up look what the streets did to us
Pussy money fifty blunts that SK 100 clip
Send my dog to hit em' up boy that chopper lift him up
Niggas can't get rid of us that AK gone rip
Left that nigga sitting up look what the streets did to us
Pussy money fifty blunts that SK 100 clip
I don't f*ck with no rats you get yo' head cracked in this trap
I keep them rubber bands on that green and keep that dope packed in that wax
Keep my phone on for them traps in case I ever gotta get back
Shoot whoever gotta get smacked I run the streets like I run track
And the whole hood know my face I ain't hard to find I'm on base
If I wasn't on ninth I'm on eighth with a Glock nine on my waist
And a bad bitch in my face and my young boy looking out for Jake
Lets go lets go
Send my dog to hit em' up boy that chopper lift him up
Niggas can't get rid of us that AK gone rip
Left that nigga sitting up look what the streets did to us
Pussy money fifty blunts that SK 100 clip
Send my dog to hit em' up boy that chopper lift him up
Niggas can't get rid of us that AK gone rip
Left that nigga sitting up look what the streets did to us
Pussy money fifty blunts that SK 100 clip
My bitch black but her whip foreign keep the Tommy but this ain't Martin
Yea I gotta beard bitch this ain't Harden but I shoot from deep and I stay scoring
Grey Porsche I got get it I don't wait for it you talk heavy I weigh more
They f*ck with me cause I pay more I get money I pray more
Anybody want to say more nigga say less I spray more better wear a vest
We like Stringer Bell and Avon season one I ain't seeing none
Hotter than us nigga better bring ya gun on Mrs. Lynette I'm bringing one
Even Mrs. Lynette might bring in one
Send my dog to hit em' up boy that chopper lift him up
Niggas can't get rid of us that AK gone rip
Left that nigga sitting up look what the streets did to us
Pussy money fifty blunts that SK 100 clip
Send my dog to hit em' up boy that chopper lift him up
Niggas can't get rid of us that AK gone rip
Left that nigga sitting up look what the streets did to us
Pussy money fifty blunts that SK 100 clip
Writer: Isaiah Tilgman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid