Street Love lyrics

[Intro: Popp Hunna]
Ayy, yo, that's Popp and that's Petty
Damn, gettin' fetti with Petty, this sh*t is heavy
I heard that they started to doubt me, they gettin' buried
And you know we comin' harder, my n*gga (Othello on the)

[Verse 1: Popp Hunna & Petty Levels]
He took me to that island, had me sipping' on that Mai Tai
He gon' keep me drippin' in that Gucci, Louis, Prada
Since you got that money, baby, then I need a lotta
The way this n*gga lookin', turn him to my baby father
Girl, you better chill, I already got a baby
Surfin' in that pus*y, girl, you know that sh*t be wavy
f*ckin' you for hours, got a n*gga feelin' lazy
If I spend that bag on you, you better not play me
Nah, long as you come home at night
You be on that corner, right?
Make it home to mommy, I'ma ride you like a motor bike
Better yet, a jet ski, it get super wet-sy
It get super messy, f*ck it, you could bless me
When I'm up in Philly I be ridin' with a choppa
Gotta keep it lowkey so I pull up in the squatter
Baby, you the baddest, girl, you know that you a problem
All these b*tches callin', girl, I f*ck around and block 'em

[Chorus: Popp Hunna & Petty Levels]
And girl, you so bad, gotta call the police
Way you eat this pus*y got me weak in my knees
You better be bougie with these n*ggas, don't speak
You better spend money, gotta keep me on fleek
Yeah, you know that I ride for you
Call me, I'ma slide for you
And if it came to it then I f*ck around and die for you
Okay, you say it's forever
You know I'm there for whatever
I was just totin' Berettas, you made me change for the better
[Verse 2: Popp Hunna & Petty Levels]
Air Force, di*kie pants, street n*gga
I was broke last year, my bag bigger
If he hatin' he another mad n*gga
Young n*gga, [?], I'm that n*gga
I'm that b*tch, them other b*tches is average
We up now, 'member when we didn't have sh*t?
Now it's fly sh*t, them other b*tches better not try sh*t
Yeah, you took 'em to Miami but we on Dubai sh*t
Know I'm yours, baby, you could tell your n*ggas that you got her
Make them b*tches mad 'cause them b*tches ain't get nada
On the real, baby, never even thought I'd feel love
Now I'm on some Mary J. sh*t, I found my real love

[Chorus: Popp Hunna & Petty Levels]
Girl, you so bad, gotta call the police
Way you eat this pus*y got me weak in my knees
You better be bougie with these n*ggas, don't speak
You better spend money, gotta keep me on fleek
Yeah, you know that I ride for you
Call me, I'ma slide for you
And if it came to it then I f*ck around and die for you
Okay, you say it's forever
You know I'm there for whatever
I was just totin' Berettas, you made me change for the better