wavy navy pooh – word on the streets lyrics
[intro]
(ayo, shod beatz)
ayy
ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, wavy
[chorus]
i got out the streets, it was gettin’ too muddy
you got out the streets, it was gettin’ too bl++dy
word on the streets, you ain’t gettin’ no cuddy
words on the streets, you ain’t gettin’ no money
words on the streets, wanna put a n+gga name in your song
but the streets know you ain’t no dummy
n+ggas k!lled josh, then this sh+t went left
heard fool k!lled josh, then got left
you don’t gotta hype me up to walk down on my mans
no riley, i don’t need no prep
f+ck i look like goin’ back and forth with all these n+ggas?
these f+ck n+ggas ain’t gon’ step
f+ck i look like gettin’ into a fight with all these n+ggas?
these f+ck n+ggas ain’t gon’ help
f+ck all them n+ggas, don’t need no help anyway
i see my opps, i’m gon’ slide on them any day
[verse 1]
i wanna box in his car and get close to it
i wanna hop out the car and stand over it
i’m on some other sh+t
ayy, that’s the n+gga right there got my brother hit
n+ggas be spooked when they see us, on sucker sh+t
ayy, all them n+ggas some smokers, they stay on some clucker sh+t (ayy, ayy)
all them n+ggas some b+tches, they stay on that buster sh+t
still smokin’ on lil’ what’s+his+name who i can’t say, he a dead man
talkin’ bullets in a n+gga head, man
stand over fool, paint him red, man
i get dumb high, n+gga, how high?
talkin’ method man, call me redman (wavy)
got the recipe, b+tches stuck to me
b+tches sweatin’ me like a headband
see, the same n+ggas that i chill with
they the same n+ggas that i k!ll with
all them lame n+ggas, i can’t hang with you
up my flame with you, get me k!lled quick (no)
when we smack n+ggas, yeah, we roast them
rest in peace gang, he with folk ‘nem
he a pallbearer, he see all barrels
at the church house when he tote them
[chorus]
i got out the streets, it was gettin’ too muddy
you got out the streets, it was gettin’ too bl++dy
word on the streets, you ain’t gettin’ no cuddy
words on the streets, you ain’t gettin’ no money
words on the streets, wanna put a n+gga name in your song
but the streets know you ain’t no dummy
n+ggas k!lled josh, then this sh+t went left
heard fool k!lled josh, then got left
you don’t gotta hype me up to walk down on my mans
no riley, i don’t need no prep
f+ck i look like goin’ back and forth with all these n+ggas?
these f+ck n+ggas ain’t gon’ step
f+ck i look like gettin’ into a fight with all these n+ggas?
these f+ck n+ggas ain’t gon’ help
f+ck all them n+ggas, don’t need no help anyway
i see my opps, i’m gon’ slide on them any day
[verse 2]
any other day, i’m a cool individual
i spot my opps, i’ma turn to a bear
spot my opps, hittin’ at his hair
spot your opps, you gon’ hit in the air
i can’t be k!llin’ my opps, i’m saved
you just spared two more opps, you played
‘posed to ran down on him, you laid
you ain’t hop in that splack, you stayed (wavy)
[outro]
ayy, ’21
n+gga ain’t gettin’ in the car with me, man
your ass ain’t shot a b+tch, shot at a b+tch, or shot with a b+tch
your ass can’t get in the car with me, man
you understand me? big wavy sh+t over here, man
you know how we rockin’
ayy, wavy
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