Willie Bee - Street Nigga

Niggas ain't talking
Bout shit

I'm the nigga in the trap
I'm the nigga help ya baby daddy make his last cap
Fuck around and get slapped
Playing wit a real street nigga known to keep da strap
I ain't never wit da cap
4, 5 in my lap

When i'm riding around
Serving all my traps

Well known for da packs
Lean runtz all dat

If I ain't a dope boy
What the fuck you call dat

Call Back

If ya need another sack
I ain't never runnin out
Call me ya running back

That's a fact

I'm the nigga wit the sack
And that nigga that be serving you I be frontin packs

I'm a real fuckin street nigga
In the street

All week
No sleep nigga

Give a fuck
Long as I eat nigga

If yo bitch bad
Nigga imma creep wit her

I ain't worried bout heat
Cuz I sleep wit it

4, 5 in the sheets
When I sleep nigga

I ain't worried bout no beef
Cuz I eat niggas

You don't really wanna see
A real street nigga

What the fuck
What the fuck

Y'all niggas really try to
Press ya luck

Go down dat road
Get yo ass stuck

Push the button nigga
I' dont give a fuck

Y'all niggas know wassup

Westside in this bitch
Willie Bee gonna show ya how to Ride wit this shit

Book a flight
Put a couple hunnid
Pounds in this bitch

Trap or die nigga
Get on some Ralo shit

Get some bricks
If you niggas really tryna get rich

Learn to mix
Put it in the pot
Learn how to whip

Diamonds on my wrist
Came from this street nigga shit

Spent 30, 00 pounds of runtz
Just to
Put this on my wrist

I'm a real fucking street nigga
In the street all week
No sleep nigga

I'ont give a fuck
Long as I eat nigga

If yo bitch bad
Nigga Imma creep wit her

I a'int worried bout heat
Cuz I sleep wit it

4, 5 in the sheets
When I sleep nigga

I ain't worried bout no beef
Cuz I eat niggas

You don't really wanna see
A real street nigga

Written by:
DONTAVIUS JEROME MARTIN, LAQUELL RASHAD HOWARD

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