U Ain’t Street lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Boy you’s a b*tch and you know the sh*t
Somebody go check ‘em, I gotta split
How you gon’ trip on another n*gga
About a b*tch who ain’t even your b*tch
Why you ain’t flip on them other n*ggas?
Who took your sh*t, n*gga you a b*tch
Tryna get more n*ggas juice you up
That’s how I know you ain’t built for this
They asking questions, say what I’m doing
Don’t really know, they just know I’m doing it
They say that Skoob is a bad influence
They tryna say I’m a bad influence
Cigarillo please no Backwoods
Strapped like a sheriff, I’m that good
Say me and my b*tch from a bad hood
Ran up the racks mean we back to it

[Chorus: Trouble]
You pus*y n*ggas know that you ain’t street
We get it all on the front street
We get it all offa back streets
Real n*gga know where them packs be
You tryna trip 'bout a dirty b*tch
Let this sh*t fly like a dirty bird
The money it’s flowing like spoken word
My girl, they durty, they durty girls
[Verse 2: Bankroll Fresh]
I got this sh*t in, n*gga work the work
You talking that sh*t, b*tch you got some nerve
You n*ggas be snitching, you know I heard
Don't let these f*ck n*ggas know that I serve
You run with that ho and that pus*y dirty
She sucked my di*k and I gave her 30
That bummy b*tch wasn’t even worth it
She said you broke but you always working
Always be working but still broke
Say you be selling your partner’s dope
I f*ck your b*tch and I copped the throat
Don’t call my phone ‘less a block or more
I’m a real trapper, my stock is stove
These broke ass rappers just mad and broke
I’mma pull up and I let it go
I got the kel-tec and it’s thirty loaded

[Chorus: Trouble]
You pus*y n*ggas know that you ain’t street
We get it all on the front street
We get it all offa back streets
Real n*gga know where them packs be
You tryna trip 'bout a dirty b*tch
Let this sh*t fly like a dirty bird
The money it’s flowing like spoken word
My girl, they durty, they durty girls
[Verse 3: B Green]
I be the recipe to the streets
I’m sacking out like I’m KFC
Free 350, yeah he from the 3
Eastlake Zone 6 that where I be
RIP KP, got a sister named P
Got caught stealin' that mescaline, now my arm flooded wit a AP
Know these n*ggas hate me, cause these n*ggas ain’t me
Better keep it on the sidewalk n*gga cause you n*ggas ain’t street
I keep a big bank roll, on a track with Bankroll
Trouble Trouble, B. Green, that’s a full two man team

[Chorus: Trouble]
You pus*y n*ggas know that you ain’t street
We get it all on the front street
We get it all offa back streets
Real n*gga know where them packs be
You tryna trip 'bout a dirty b*tch
Let this sh*t fly like a dirty bird
The money it’s flowing like spoken word
My girl, they durty, they durty girls