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hit-boy & sob x rbe - stuck in the streets lyrics

[intro]
hit-boy

[verse 1: daboii]
b-tch, i been that n-gg-, ask that b-tch what
when you down on your -ss, who gon’ pick you up?
it only take one call for me to get you touched
brodie bro gon’ slide with shotty pump, that’s that ricky run
goin’ through some sh-t, hard not to think about
glock my necessity, b-tch, i can’t leave without
if you my n-gg-, be my n-gg-, ain’t no keepin’ count
pop a perc before i f-ck her, watch me beat it down
i’m just gon’ put it in her gut, you gon’ eat her out
put that pressure on a n-gg-, what you be about?
yeah, you be rappin’ ’bout that block, but you don’t be around
pop up to a sucka’s show, that won’t be announced, b-tch

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
and i’ma catch a body ‘fore i catch a feelin’
once i peep your true colors, sh-t was extra different
heard the feds got a case, they’re tryna hit us with it
but i’ma catch a flight ‘fore i get caught up in it
i was posted on that block, just a young n-gg-
223s, i bring them chops, we don’t go ones, n-gg-
parked up in their business, tryna catch a n-gg- slippin’
but them n-gg-s don’t come out, it’s like we funkin’ with our b-tches
when you stuck up in them streets, it ain’t no way up out it
i lost my n-gg- to this sh-t, we sprayed that k about it
and every time we pull a skid, we ain’t gon’ speak about it
you postin’ pictures with that strap, but you don’t scare n-body

[verse 2: slimmy b]
to a broke ho, three words: “b-tch, f-ck it” (“b-tch, f-ck it”)
hit it from the back, then kick her out, we don’t cut ’em
glock hold 30, shoot a couple, make ’em tumble (boom, boom-boom)
all facts, no cap, real rap, this ain’t mumble
if the p-ssy wet, dive in, i’d love to (i’d love to)
when them bullets fly, b-tch where you gon’ run to? (where you gon’ run to?)
suckas flexin’ all these guns, we got guns too (we got guns too)
hit your b-tch from the back and got sucked too (n-gg-)
h-lla foreigns back-to-back and we lane changin’ (skrrt skrrt)
you ain’t ready for these streets, they ain’t a safe haven
what’s the point of havin’ -ss if it ain’t shakin’?
if this glock get to barkin’, then i can’t tame it (boom boom)
young n-gg-s with that bag, yeah, we been hot (been hot)
if them suckas was outside, they would’ve been dropped (nerd)
if you let the b-tch breathe, she would’ve been knocked
you ain’t bringin’ in no guap, b-tch, kick rocks

- hit boy sob x rbe lyrics

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