Street Preachin lyrics

[Verse 1: Six Ward Von]
You know the loudest n*gga in the room usually the brokest, this the truth
I just pulled up on the west and got some perkisets [?]
I'm with [?] in the [?]
Throwing a hundred out the roof
[?] snitching [?] with him like [?]
You be lieing to these hoes, get in jail, tell the truth
I can drop some old sh*t right now, n*ggas gon' think it's new
You know, b*tch, you getting smoked, na, n*gga, this ain't juice
It ain't even snowing yet, and I got on Goose
In that fast [?] cutting up, like we ain't got no [?]
I be f*cking on his baby mama, he ain't got a hint
I ain't worried 'bout your baby daddy, I know he a shrimp
I know them b*tches finna search the whip, they can smell the cent
If you gotta pull your pockets out, then b*tch, it's full of lint
I ain't hiding, b*tch, I'm rocking out, I'm right here in the 6
And I'm tryna smoke some Cali weed, my [?] b*tch

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Too much sh*t that I be rocking now, I need a stick
When I'm in Cali in my sweet, I order [?]
Hhell yeah, I put [?] 'cause he a snitch
And hell yeah, I bought two cars at once, because I'm rich
Can't tell me nothing about the streets lil bro, 'cause I'm [?]
I used to serve a fiend out his own car [?]
If I can buy this b*tch for half [?] rent it
The opposition know you driving that, why you be tinting?
You weren't raised to be like this, so why you tryna live it?
I know you know I'm f*cking her, so why you tryna hit it?
Gon' knock [?] beefing with, kill it
He thought he had [?] sh*t on lock, until I steal it
Real G, I don't get in feelings [?]
This an E, [?] once you flip it
Doing shows for a dime, do me better than the trentches
Keep it to myself, but I'm a killer and a chemist