Deko - From the Streets lyrics

(OG Park.. This that old trap sh**..) (Deko) (Trap..Trap..) (Hook) 2x In the trap eating busy bee's, Rich the kid, I'm from the street I got ice all over me, got four ho's in the back seat My pockets so swoll like a fat n***a, Had the gas and the pills I was taxing ya' Had to tell mama we made it! b**h in the coupe goin' crazy. (Trap..trap..trap..) (Verse 1) In the coupe goin' crazy, no license She wanna f**, yeah cause of my diamonds I ain't finna buy the b**h red bottoms, she must be crazy.(b**h you crazy!) Had the p**y more diamonds than the Rich the kid Chain Shooters on shooters, ain't saying no names I got the gwalla just look at my ring QC the label they not playing no games Put my wrist in the pot water whip with the watch, cause my motherf**in' rollie is a waterproof Everything Vintage, you can not find it. Me and your b**h, somewhere in Hawaii I ain't really worried bout nothing cause a n***a keep a chopper.(In the trap..trap..trap..) Eating Busy B's, Rich n***a in the foreign I don't need no key (Hook) 2x In the trap eating busy bee's, Rich the kid, I'm from the street I got ice all over me, got four ho's in the back seat My pockets so swoll like a fat n***a, Had the gas and the pills I was taxing ya' Had to tell mama we made it! b**h in the coupe goin' crazy (Verse 2) Pockets on swoll like a fat n***a, Rocking the work, no taxin'? I ain't never been a fake watch busta. These b**h gon' f**, can't trust ‘em Ridin' round, sippin' on lean. My chopper got an infrared beam Trap gon' Jump got fiends. Ain't talkin bout Alicia, got keys Rich the Kid, I'm from the street, Yeah I made it, so I got to thank Jesus She gave me nothin' but head, no Beavis. That brain so good, no genius Like French, I ain't worried bout nothin'. That pistol got a hundred round drum In the trap like Busy B's, I'm about your b**h like an mp3 (Hook) 2x In the trap eating busy bee's, Rich the kid, I'm from the street I got ice all over me, got four ho's in the back seat My pockets so swoll like a fat n***a, Had the gas and the pills I was taxing ya' Had to tell mama we made it! b**h in the coupe goin' crazy