Street n*gga lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Hook: Young Sac]
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n*gga
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n*gga
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b*tches, man
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n*gga
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n*gga
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b*tches, man

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame & Young Sac]
I'm a street n*gga shawty, product of the cocaine
Product of the Mary Jane, rolling off that X, man
Me and Young Sac just went half on a sack
On the west side of town, trying to bring that money back
Hold on, Waka, let's show these n*ggas what we 'bout
Show these dreads and golds and he's slinging OG from down south
A slick fresh, sling that piff and that X
Put them fingers on your block, boy, don't put this to the test

To the test, f*ck the rest, I'm the best, Waka Flocka
From the Heights to the 'Dale, I'ma give these folks Hell
What's a cop? What's jail? I'ma keep selling crack
Or that ready rock, make your body rock, c*ck it, pop
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