PRODUCT OF THE STREETS ft. K.o thugga & Omie Lyrics

Yeah huh yeahh say uhh nuhh Huh yeahh

I beat the pockets in girl when I Turn it one hunnid

I rather be a man when I stand Out for my hommie

I pull a hell of racks man I Think that they don't know me

Uh say

Clean

I made it cool

When I stepped down with my Coup

Tell me why the fuck they Hating

Why they finna acting cool

They be product of the streets

They be product of the streets

Tell me what be coming next

Now they talking bout deceit

Why they tryna bring the heat

Tell me why you taking chills

Now you prolly wanna leave

We just made it out the streets

Bout to record off the sheets

Never had it on repeat

Shawty said she wanna leave

Get my beat we bout to hit

Metro housing by the streets

While my diamonds give me Heat

Aj told me bout his niece

Ain't no funny tees and fees

Can you step back take a seat

Why do niggas have to cheat

When am down I sip my leem

Now they say they love me cap

Bruh i bet they out the streets

Everybody chasing stacks

Got my bruh we outta trench

Getting paid not by these hoes

I bet you put it in your soul

Try to rave you know your role

Pray you got it not just cap

Three hundred thousand for The racks nah ayy

They be product of the streets

Man I bet we bout to win

When am down I sip my leem

Nigga say they be product of The streets

They be product of the streets

Man I bet we bout to win

I was trapping in the streets

Back in the days

All the things I ever did

When I was at the basement

All the things I fucking did

Had me feeling wasted

That's the reason I be acting weird and acting crazy

Product of the streets

Fight for what we eat

I see some Niggas down

Tryna hustle to the peak

We hustling day to day

Everyday in croc city

We keep it one up baby

And that's what'sup baby

Seven days a week

We don't know no sleep

Trading sleep for bags

Trading sleep for slips

Money on my mind

That's the reason I don't tweak

Dinning with my dawgs

And the beat is what we eat

Counting all my losses

Oh wow

Fuck a nine to five

We just trynna go loud

Make it out the hood

Cause we trynna blow loud

Back pack on my back like a Scholar

Yeah yeah yeah

Big big diamonds

I want ice upon my neck

Big drip

I just wanna flood up a patek

Product of the streets

Put my momma inna benz

Skrrrt

Started as a broke nigga

But I swear imma end up as a Rich nigga

Never had things from the start

So when we make it out

They come close we know they Some gold diggers

Ay ay

Product of the street

You don't know how it feels

When the cops gon tell u freeze

Cause you gat some new keys

How you gon love me

I do my shiit on my own

Nigga I was hungry

I'm too young acting like a Nigga that was 40

Back in school bitches say Nigga i was naughty

Oh lord oh lord

See my heart is all love

I wish my niggas see the sun like the fuccin' solar

At the rove taking coca cola

Hustle hard in my blood in the Trenches

Talking to some niggas they Some dark angels

Where am from they gon kill u They gon leave traces

Gat a lot of fake niggas they all Snakes

They can't even tell wait

They can't even run my race

Broke life is a stain

You gotta wash it out your Name

Ayyy ayy

I came from a dark place dark Place

But am gon make it out anyway

Gang gang

Grrrrr paw

Tryna get my hustle right

I bet we making music

Tryna make em money call

We living off dem digits

Talking bout the streets

When I couldn't get no Gimmick

Ap buss down

Bruh am talking bout some real Shit ayy yeah

I got omie I got thugger

And it's your boy runty

Yeah we talking bout

Product of the streets nigga