Jefe Wit The Shot - For The Streets

Uh
She for the streets
Just leave her right there
Fucked with no condom
Now she thinking that I might care
On demon Timing
Can't you tell it by my Nike airs
Them all black forces
Tuck that glizzy in the right pairs
Uh
Boy if you tough
Then why you act scared
Just hit the switch up on that blick
And leave em right there
Got 23 shots up in that clip
You thinking mike there
Got 23 shots up in that clip
You thinking mike there

I had to run down on a nigga
Like what you say
Keep ma name out ya mouth nigga if you ain't here to play
Cuz I could get ya soul sent up to the lord in a day
And my shooters shooting shit for free now
They like you ain't gotta pay
But I do
You class clown
Get laughed at
Got a bad bitch
Wit her ass fat
Turned every 5 I touched to a 10
And I ain't hitting the cashapp
Smash her then I pass that
It's like we smoking bitches
But you know wifey watching
So don't be posting pictures
She tryna flex
I rip the panties off her v line
You know the Benz come in a S
Can't do the C-line
Tito put that bust down on my wrist
I'm tryna freeze time
Only trust myself
Don't fuck wit niggas like it's me time
Uhh
And I got a bag to get
How can I settle wit you
When You ain't even on my level yet
Hottest out
And I ain't even where the devil at
I put in pain for this
It's time to show me where the trophy's at

Uh
She for the streets
Just leave her right there
Fucked with no condom
Now she thinking that I might care
On demon Timing
Can't you tell it by my Nike airs
Them all black forces
Tuck the glizzy in the right pairs
Uh
Boy if you tough
Then why you act scared
Just hit the switch up on that blick
And leave em right there
Got 23 shots up in that clip
You thinking mike there
Got 23 shots up in that clip
You thinking mike there

Written by:
Rohan Walker

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