Street lyrics

[Intro]
Keep, keep, keep that skreet (Skreet)
(Nico, Nico), Skreet n*gga
You know I'm a skreet n*gga, yeah, yeah
The question is, is you a skreet n*gga? (Skreet)
’Cause I'm a skreet n*gga (Skreet)
Skreet, skreet, skreet

[Verse 1]
Hold up, I got money in my pocket
b*tch, you bummy, you ain't got nuttin’ in your wallet (Hold up)
I got my gat gun, try me, n*gga, we gon' get to blasting
More bags in, where the cash then?
We gon' rob him, no mask then
But on Glenwood Road, I was rapping
But I'm doin' it now, I'ma make it happen
I was robbin' n*gga, at the age of thirteen
We was starving n*gga, I wanted to get this money green
Don't wanna argue n*gga, on my motherf*cking team
I’m a starting player, you a b*tch, [?] n*gga, you gon’ sit there

[Bridge]
Skreet n*gga, skreet n*gga
Skreet n*gga, you a b*tch, weak n*gga (21)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, growing up to be a skreet n*gga
One thing I know, we kept our heat n*gga
And when it was time to slide, we gon' eat n*gga
n*ggas talk like they skreet n*ggas but really be some weak n*ggas
Every time we got beef, they hide n*gga
We be thuggin’ in the skreets, come outside, b*tch
Y'all heard 'bout it, real skreet n*gga
Catch me in a four wit [?] n*gga
[Outro]
CJ, real skreet n*gga
[?], real skreet n*gga
Kid Hazel, eat the beat n*gga
Chevy, he a skreet n*gga
Skreet, pus*y
f*ck n*gga, zone 6, rich n*gga