Str8 Out lyrics

[Chorus: Trouble]
I got it straight out the street
Whatever you find you keep
Hundreds of pounds a week
How could you down a G?
How could you foul on me?
How could you hound a freak?
How could your rounds be weak?
How is you down my G?
How is you down my G?
You ain’t got a pound at least?
You must ain't did right by your folks
You must ain’t real as you believe
I turn this sh*t up for the streets
I keep sh*t a buck when I speak
I ain’t tryna find me no good girl
I’d rather bust down with a freak

[Verse 1: Veli Sosa]
Hundred grand in one week
Switch it up, we got freaks
Hit Sosa, you want to eat
Hit Sosa, you want to eat
I’ma tell you where we gon’ meet
Hope you ain’t the police
Keep a bad b*tch, all times n*gga
All my hoes on fleek
[Chorus: Trouble]
I got it straight out the street
Whatever you find you keep
Hundreds of pounds a week
How could you down a G?
How could you foul on me?
How could you hound a freak?
How could your rounds be weak?
How is you down my G?
How is you down my G?
You ain’t got a pound at least?
You must ain't did right by your folks
You must ain’t real as you believe
I turn this sh*t up for the streets
I keep sh*t a buck when I speak
I ain’t tryna find me no good girl
I’d rather bust down with a freak

[Verse 2: Trouble]
How could your rounds be weak?
You raised them boys to be some hoes
You raised them boys to be some pus*ys
Bet you look surprised when n*ggas fold
I can’t even be there for an hour
I swear to you I hate to lose sh*t
I don’t give a f*ck who came before me
To me, my n*gga, that’s a new b*tch
I came through the bricks, that’s on my new sh*t
n*ggas hate but don’t know what to do with me
n*ggas tried, they all get to shooting with me
I say women ‘cause I get to shooting first
[?] n*gga come out of that red dirt
Ain’t a baller street, young n*gga go headfirst
I was sipping in the trap spot
Now I’m in the sky with dumb knots, n*gga
[Chorus: Trouble]
I got it straight out the street
Whatever you find you keep
Hundreds of pounds a week
How could you down a G?
How could you foul on me?
How could you hound a freak?
How could your rounds be weak?
How is you down my G?
How is you down my G?
You ain’t got a pound at least?
You must ain't did right by your folks
You must ain’t real as you believe
I turn this sh*t up for the streets
I keep sh*t a buck when I speak
I ain’t tryna find me no good girl
I’d rather bust down with a freak