U Ain't Street - Trouble, Bankroll Fresh, B. Green

Boy you’s a bitch and you know the shit

Somebody go check ‘em, I gotta split

How you gon' trip on another nigga

About a bitch who ain’t even your bitch

Why you ain’t flip on them other niggas?

Who took your shit, nigga you a bitch

Tryna get more niggas juice you up

That’s how I know you ain’t built for this

They asking questions, say what I’m doing

Don’t really know, they just know I’m doing it

They say that Skoob is a bad influence

They tryna say I’m a bad influence

Cigarillo please no Backwoods

Strapped like a sheriff, I’m that good

Say me and my bitch from a bad hood

Ran up the racks mean we back to it

You pussy niggas know that you ain’t street

We get it all on the front street

We get it all offa back streets

Real nigga know where them packs be

You tryna trip 'bout a dirty bitch

Let this shit fly like a dirty bird

The money it’s flowing like spoken word

My girl, they durty, they durty girls

I got this shit in, nigga work the work

You talking that shit, bitch you got some nerve

You niggas be snitching, you know I heard

Don’t let these fuck niggas know that I serve

You run with that ho and that pussy dirty

She sucked my dick and I gave her 30

That bummy bitch wasn’t even worth it

She said you broke but you always working

Always be working but still broke

Say you be selling your partner’s dope

I fuck your bitch and I copped the throat

Don’t call my phone ‘less a block or more

I’m a real trapper, my stock is stove

These broke ass rappers just mad and broke

I’mma pull up and I let it go

I got the kel-tec and it’s thirty loaded

You pussy niggas know that you ain’t street

We get it all on the front street

We get it all offa back streets

Real nigga know where them packs be

You tryna trip 'bout a dirty bitch

Let this shit fly like a dirty bird

The money it’s flowing like spoken word

My girl, they durty, they durty girls

I be the recipe to the streets

I’m sacking out like I’m KFC

Free 350, yeah he from the 3

Eastlake Zone 6 that where I be

RIP KP, got a sister named P

Got caught stealin' that mescaline, now my arm flooded wit a AP

Know these niggas hate me, cause these niggas ain’t me

Better keep it on the sidewalk nigga cause you niggas ain’t street

I keep a big bank roll, on a track with Bankroll

Trouble Trouble, B. Green, that’s a full two man team

You pussy niggas know that you ain’t street

We get it all on the front street

We get it all offa back streets

Real nigga know where them packs be

You tryna trip 'bout a dirty bitch

Let this shit fly like a dirty bird

The money it’s flowing like spoken word

My girl, they durty, they durty girls