Street Sharks lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, yo
Ayo, ayo, ayo

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz + Conway the Machine]
Put your heart in your back pocket and handle business
n*ggas lie for the wealth honesty is a sickness
I’m from the streets with logistics
I’m that n*gga that was never a statistic
I’m charged up but the battery not included
Everybody sound the same so my sh*t exclusive
The most understated artists and that’s been reputed
I just count money and subtract excuses
Don’t compare a Benz to Saab n*gga
Don’t compare a hobby to job n*gga
My ring coming out the fog n*gga
My runs started with a job n*gga
I’m Gucci anywhere that’s a Fendi
Any rapper in the game that can check me
n*ggas dying over pus*y I ain’t get it
If I’m wearing all this ice I ain’t chillin’
I ain’t slippin’ God willing
I gotta be on point gotta pay attention
Anytime anywhere anywhere I choose
I got styles so I don’t follow fashion rules
Spanish Harlem sista sand box
Oy boy they ?pop it when the ten drop?
I’m getting green like a shamrock
Only wife beaters wearing tank tops (Bamz, what' up, n*gga?)
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look;
I lead n*ggas in the whips sloshed pray to clip
I ain’t just firing to stick once
Put the sour in the trap watch the sh*t drop
I feel like this bout to be a big one
A shooter walk around like an Omar
Trench coat with the big pump
What you blowin’ up my phone? What your b*tch want?
I don’t even f*ck she only suck my di*k once
Chicken over rice with the white sauce
Red seats in the white Porsche
We ?ain't shot quick? the country n*ggas lights off
Free my dogs behind the walls? sending kites off?
Grind a n*gga I don’t take nights off
1250 what my Nikes cost
Play it with me if you want n*gga
It result be a f*cking life loss