[Hook: Young Sac]
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n***a
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n***a
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b**hes, man
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n***a
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n***a
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b**hes, man
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame & Young Sac]
I'm a street n***a shawty, product of the c**aine
Product of the Mary Jane, rolling off that X, man
Me and Young Sac just went half on a sack
On the west side of town, trying to bring that money back
Hold on, Waka, let's show these n***as what we 'bout
Show these dreads and golds and he's slinging OG from down south
A slick fresh, sling that piff and that X
Put them fingers on your block, boy, don't put this to the test
To the test, f** the rest, I'm the best, Waka Flocka
From the Heights to the 'Dale, I'ma give these folks Hell
What's a cop? What's jail? I'ma keep selling crack
Or that ready rock, make your body rock, co*k it, pop
[Hook: Young Sac]
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n***a
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n***a
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b**hes, man
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n***a
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n***a
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b**hes, man
[Verse 2: Young Sac & Waka Flocka Flame]
Street n***a sh**, street n***a sh**
Pop your little pistol, this is street sweeper, b**h
Chopper cut through blocks and hit up Waka: "Man, I got a proposition
Couple chickens, couple blocks, all we need is a special"
Rapping like I'm Gucci, acting like I'm Biggie
All the bad b**hes tell them hoes to f** with me
I ain't with the disrespect, me and Sac selling with two bottles of Patrón
Got the whole clique wasted wet
They ain't seen nothing yet, it's Baltimore's f**ing best
Bet they ain't got the Heights with So Icey Boys, ain't that a mess?
Boy, I'm from the west, what up, my n***a Gucci?
Picture that on deck, I ain't worried about them groupies
[Hook: Young Sac]
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n***a
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n***a
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b**hes, man
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n***a
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n***a
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b**hes, man