(Gotta give that boy CCM a 100 bands)
I'm in the city and I got fire on me ain't worried about no opp
Mr. F*ck her in the whip these bitches out here givin' drop
That shit f*cked me up the day I seen my cousin in that box
I'm still f*cked up to this day you f*ck with me you gettin' shot
I don't play the internet you niggas troll let's keep it street
When it's up you ain't hear shit you f*ck his hoe you wanna beef
I got hollows in my clip a nigga talk bout killin' me
One phone call yo block' get tore up I'ma show you shit ain't sweet
You ain't no killer all them guns you got the f*ck what opps you got?
You ain't put in work
What block you spinnin?
What crib you hit?
Who opps you shot?
You gon' do what to who?
You bap you just be chattin' nigga stop
You out your top stop act like dick sucking you doing stop smokin' flock
I had to switch the whip up just gave it to G's the block too hot
We really like that on my side we know for steppin' you niggas not
We put 50's on our glizzy you could try come hit the spot
Soon as you pull up hop out run inside this bitch you gettin' shot
Aye CCM this beat hittin'
She suck dick like this hoe starvin' like her teeth missin'
Don't drive too crazy we got sticks in here this whip tinted
Crackas pull us over y'all gettin' a long sentence
I ain't gon' never fold could look and see my eyes and you can tell I ain't no hoe
Know one opp who did some shit when he got caught that nigga told
Know one opp them niggas caught up on that six that nigga froze
Another one is who got shot up we be spinnin' when its smoke
When you thuggin' in these streets never show em where you stay
Gotta stop shittin' where you steep that's how you get killed where you lay
You can't see it I got scars all on my body and my face from all shit I seen that night they hit our block we hit our drac
The life I live ain't no facade we be really thuggin' hard
To the point your ass can't trust a soul these niggas and these broads
Where I'm from Polo a star known for f*ckin' on these hoes and f*ckin' up a rental car
Growing up I had it hard nigga
CCM Beatz - Keep It Street (feat. Blockboy Polo) Lyrics
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(Gotta give that boy CCM a 100 bands)
I'm in the city and I got fire on me ain't worried about no opp
Mr. F*ck her in the whip these bitches out here givin' drop
That shit f*cked me up the day I seen my cousin in that box
I'm still f*cked up to this day you f*ck with me you gettin' shot
I don't play the internet you niggas troll let's keep it street
When it's up you ain't hear shit you f*ck his hoe you wanna beef
I got hollows in my clip a nigga talk bout killin' me
One phone call yo block' get tore up I'ma show you shit ain't sweet
You ain't no killer all them guns you got the f*ck what opps you got?
You ain't put in work
What block you spinnin?
What crib you hit?
Who opps you shot?
You gon' do what to who?
You bap you just be chattin' nigga stop
You out your top stop act like dick sucking you doing stop smokin' flock
I had to switch the whip up just gave it to G's the block too hot
We really like that on my side we know for steppin' you niggas not
We put 50's on our glizzy you could try come hit the spot
Soon as you pull up hop out run inside this bitch you gettin' shot
Aye CCM this beat hittin'
She suck dick like this hoe starvin' like her teeth missin'
Don't drive too crazy we got sticks in here this whip tinted
Crackas pull us over y'all gettin' a long sentence
I ain't gon' never fold could look and see my eyes and you can tell I ain't no hoe
Know one opp who did some shit when he got caught that nigga told
Know one opp them niggas caught up on that six that nigga froze
Another one is who got shot up we be spinnin' when its smoke
When you thuggin' in these streets never show em where you stay
Gotta stop shittin' where you steep that's how you get killed where you lay
You can't see it I got scars all on my body and my face from all shit I seen that night they hit our block we hit our drac
The life I live ain't no facade we be really thuggin' hard
To the point your ass can't trust a soul these niggas and these broads
Where I'm from Polo a star known for f*ckin' on these hoes and f*ckin' up a rental car
Growing up I had it hard nigga
I'm in the city and I got fire on me ain't worried about no opp
Mr. F*ck her in the whip these bitches out here givin' drop
That shit f*cked me up the day I seen my cousin in that box
I'm still f*cked up to this day you f*ck with me you gettin' shot
I don't play the internet you niggas troll let's keep it street
When it's up you ain't hear shit you f*ck his hoe you wanna beef
I got hollows in my clip a nigga talk bout killin' me
One phone call yo block' get tore up I'ma show you shit ain't sweet
You ain't no killer all them guns you got the f*ck what opps you got?
You ain't put in work
What block you spinnin?
What crib you hit?
Who opps you shot?
You gon' do what to who?
You bap you just be chattin' nigga stop
You out your top stop act like dick sucking you doing stop smokin' flock
I had to switch the whip up just gave it to G's the block too hot
We really like that on my side we know for steppin' you niggas not
We put 50's on our glizzy you could try come hit the spot
Soon as you pull up hop out run inside this bitch you gettin' shot
Aye CCM this beat hittin'
She suck dick like this hoe starvin' like her teeth missin'
Don't drive too crazy we got sticks in here this whip tinted
Crackas pull us over y'all gettin' a long sentence
I ain't gon' never fold could look and see my eyes and you can tell I ain't no hoe
Know one opp who did some shit when he got caught that nigga told
Know one opp them niggas caught up on that six that nigga froze
Another one is who got shot up we be spinnin' when its smoke
When you thuggin' in these streets never show em where you stay
Gotta stop shittin' where you steep that's how you get killed where you lay
You can't see it I got scars all on my body and my face from all shit I seen that night they hit our block we hit our drac
The life I live ain't no facade we be really thuggin' hard
To the point your ass can't trust a soul these niggas and these broads
Where I'm from Polo a star known for f*ckin' on these hoes and f*ckin' up a rental car
Growing up I had it hard nigga
Writer: George Jean Paul
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