Clout Guard - Acro$$ the $Treet Free$tyle Lyrics

Uh, Me
See that cross the street
I got ice it freeze she gon' eat im geeked
(Yeah, Hold on, Bitch what, Hold on, Aye)
Yeah hold on, I got ice it freeze
See that cross the street
She gon eat im geeked
She in office E, She gon eat on me
See that cross the street, Yeah, Hold on
I got ice it freeze
Yeah it hit like frio, and thats word to frito
Yeah, Yeah, See that cross the street
Ice you know it freeze Shhhhhhhhhhh
(Yeahman, Shit)

I get the dollars its comin' in multi's
I send a praise to the most high
Kick a bitch leave her roadside
Im in the trap and you know why
Can't be a nigga thats playin' on both sides
Don't know the bitch but i hit her like 4 times
I got the difference i surf like aloha, I get the work out
Huh, Ima make sure that it work out
Dicking a bitch while you stayin' at her house
What you gon do when she tell you to get out
Thats why im trappin' my nigga i gotta get rich now
I jumped off the porch and i landed, a dismount
I told my momma i'll get her that big house
They hate that i ball so they reach, foul
Came from the bottom now im smokin' weed on the beach now
And where you come from you aint nothing like me how
My shirt is hi panda, tell a bitch ni hao
Type to get married and read a bitch no vows
I remember when shit wasn't goin' my way
Im still with my niggas securing the cake
Get hit with that K, He jump like delay
Chase after that money I yell ándale
I know you can still see me flex from the bleachers
The shit i got on is unique I know that she peeped
From the other side of the street, I got designed everything gon be neat
My tribe west i could never be east
And dhl pullin' up every week
Im always workin' i can never not eat
Im always workin' while these niggas is sleep
Im still posted on my side of the street, Yeahman