Yung Plewto Weezz - H20 (feat. CornBreezyy Deniro)

I'm from the Streets... lm the from the Streets
You know I gotta keep it on me...
These niggas gettin caught Ina Beef...
I gotta son, that can't be Me...
Uh... Turn A Nigga to Designer...
We A Put Any Nigga On a Tee...
All I Talk is Prices...
Any Other Talk that's a Fee...

Ain't No Nigga Playin Wit Me...
They gone wear you like some Gucci...
Ya name gone fade out... Coogi...
Always been a Leader... Cochise
I'm tryna keep it ina Streets...
But niggas gone bring it to that Internet...
Tryna S.O.S the Police...
Thats Attention a Nigga don't Need...
I'm tryna move a play... Kobe...
All this water on my wrist...
Whole Time A Nigga Can't Enn Swim...
Threw me in wit the Sharks...
A Nigga Learned how to Eat Wit Them...
Yo chances to surviving...
Yo Chances very Slim...
I picked up a pack an I got it in...
Lil nigga, we do not Bleed the Same...
I flood my bitch in Designers thangs...
12 pull me over she don't say a thing...
She be fckin Me like she want a Ring...
I keep it G... and she know that...
She know I ain't into the feelin thing...
But If she buss that Gun for me...
She gone forever have a place wit Me...

I'm from the Streets...
lm the from the Streets...
You know I gotta keep it on me...
These niggas gettin caught Ina Beef...
I gotta son, that can't be Me...
Uh... Turn A Nigga to Designer...
We A Put Any Nigga On a Tee...
All I Talk is Prices...
Any Other Talk that's a Fee...

Me and my dawgs we gone roll out
Sit on this cash like a fold out
Keep that sauce on me shawty my hoe now
Finger fucc er she bust like a 4 pound
Aye
All this drip on me
All this water in ya eyes ya can't see
These niggas ain my league
These niggas ain't really ain't in my league aye

Know I keep my shit discrete I just fucc and leave
Can't get close to Plewto God my status on elite
I just got bacc on my 1 I'm probably better off
Need to freshen up my cast so I can cut a scene
I'm from the G I got that shit tatted
Real one I keep it authentic
I got a daughter my job is her father
I gotta leave her a percentage
I dont do beef it can sticky we might just pull up wit a sticky
All the smoke go up go up sent this bitch like a chimney
Me and my dawg we roll out
These niggas is sweeter than toll house
These bitches can't keep up they own house
No I can't fuck wit it I gotta hide in my bag
Wave on wave I drip
I can't go out sad
Checc my altitude
Gotta have yo boarding pass

I'm from the Streets... lm the from the Streets
You know I gotta keep it on me...
These niggas gettin caught Ina Beef...
I gotta son, that can't be Me...
Uh... Turn A Nigga to Designer...
We A Put Any Nigga On a Tee...
All I Talk is Prices...
Any Other Talk that's a Fee...

Me and my dawgs we gone roll out
Sit on this cash like a fold out
Keep that sauce on me shawty my hoe now
Finger fucc er she bust like a 4 pound
Aye
All this drip on me
All this water in ya eyes ya can't see
These niggas ain my league
These niggas ain't really ain't in my league aye

Written by:
Yung Plewto Weezz

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