Out The Streets Lyrics

Keep my business out the streets and can't be fuckin' thot, hoe

Keep my blicky in the credit, gotta go where I go

Money over everything, that's still the motto

On a hearty day like you won't make it to tomorrow

Keep my business out the streets and can't be fuckin' thot, hoe

Keep my blicky in the credit, gotta go where I go

Money over everything, that's still the motto

On a hearty day like you won't make it to tomorrow

Lil' tricky bitch, keep a fat blunt rolled just in case I'm stressed

Guns with a hundred round drums make em stretch

Yeah I'm rockin' Gucci, Louis V, all the best

Posted in the cut, on the block, not the west

I'm Southside, baby, mama tried to raise me

More money is the motto, so these bitches crazy

Tell my daughter, daddy loves her, sorry about the sorrow

But between you and me, I hope I die tomorrow

I don't even really know how you tryna flex

How you claim to have it made but haven't left the jects,

Every day's a struggle, every day's a fucking test

Bullets hit his body, head to toe, like a dress

Keep my business out the streets and can't be fucking thot, hoe

Keep my blicky in the credit, gotta go where I go

Money over everything, that's still the motto

On a hearty day like you won't make it to tomorrow

Keep my business out the streets and can't be fucking thot, hoe

Keep my blicky in the credit, gotta go where I go

Money over everything, that's still the motto

On a hearty day like you won't make it to tomorrow

Keep my business out the streets and can't be fucking thot, hoe

Keep my blicky in the credit, gotta go where I go

Money over everything, that's still the motto

On a hearty day like you won't make it to tomorrow

Keep my business out the streets and can't be fucking thot, hoe

Keep my blicky in the credit, gotta go where I go

Money over everything, that's still the motto

On a hearty day like you won't make it to tomorrow