Skilla Baby - Leave It In The Streets Lyrics

Can't no nigga ho me, heard the jackboys want me, stop it (The Circle)
Huh?
(MIA JAY C)
Yeah, that's more like it
Huh, that's more like it
Ayy, huh
That's more like it
Haha
Sing to me
Ayy, huh

Walk through TSA with thirty thousand in my pocket
Every day I'm gettin' fresh as f*ck, I know they watchin'
Every nigga know me know I'm 'bout a profit
Can't no nigga ho me, heard the jackboys want me, stop it, ha
Gettin' all this money got my f*ckin' head gone
Let a nigga run up on me, he gon' get his head blown
All my opps, calm down, all my opps get a headstone
Quick to get a nigga smoked, my temper short, but my bread long
Ahh, I wanna kill a nigga every time I get mad
Then I calm down, pray to God, and talk to dad
I load my strap up every time I hear they on my ass
Then I get some money, I'm the youngest nigga with the biggest bag (push that shit out Skilla)

I just got excited lookin' in my stash
Young nigga so humble, up a hundred, I don't even brag
Shoot a fully in the nigga whip, make that nigga crash
When I seen an opp, Jimmy Neutron, I gotta blast
Damn, I miss the Scat', man, I'm so used to goin' fast
F*ck it, I'ma drop 580, it got more on the dash (huh?)
I lost it all, I got it back, ain't think about the past (huh?)
I make them niggas feel me first because they put me last (huh?)
Dave been bookin' me for shows, I gotta rock it
"Tay B Style" got me takin' off like a rocket (huh?)
Just sent my bitch to MIA on my Josh shit (MIA JAY C)
Brought my fully out to shoot at anything look like my whip
Ahh, sometimes I get mad
My family keep tellin' me I sound like my dad
I'm a rich young nigga, I ain't houndin' no strap
Bitches used to try to ho me, now I'm in my bag
I don't need no money counter, I be countin' my cash
Every week, I stick another hundred thousand in my stash
Any nigga with a problem, take it up with Wildman
I can't believe my main mans turned into a Calvin
My thick bitch ride me like a horse, Meg Thee Stallion
I got everything in my closet but some Lanvins
Every week, I put up thirty thousand, it's practice
I call my lil' niggas young kings, but they jack shit
I put my swipe nigga on the court and let him hack shit
I came a long way from Taylor, 'Tucky, makin' crack flip
I live in a mansion, king-sized mattress
Twenty-five hundred for the Amiris with a bunch of patches (The Circle)

Walk through TSA with thirty thousand in my pocket
Every day I'm gettin' fresh as f*ck, I know they watchin'
Every nigga know me know I'm 'bout a profit
Can't no nigga ho me, heard the jackboys want me, stop it, ha
Gettin' all this money got my f*ckin' head gone
Let a nigga run up on me, he gon' get his head blown
All my opps, calm down, all my opps get a headstone
Quick to get a nigga smoked, my temper short, but my bread long
Ahh, I wanna kill a nigga every time I get mad
Then I calm down, pray to God, and talk to dad
I load my strap up every time I hear they on my ass
Then I get some money, I'm the youngest nigga with the biggest bag (huh?)

Then I get some money, I'm the youngest nigga with the biggest bag
Then I get some money, I'm the youngest nigga with the biggest bag