Sahvannes - Street b**hes (Prod. SUPERSHAQGONZOE) lyrics

[Verse 1] Main b**h got a warrant You in the city or you tourin? It ain't foreign than its boring Totem pole in the trunk She'd rather blow on some skunk She ain't a fan of no cancer Her best friend was a dancer All these black men with they hands up Momma singing like Chancellor DemiGod on my wishlist You ain't dead then you ain't sh** Gave homies bread like Christmas n***as is soft and they ain't got clout I know your praying there ain't two of me n***as will rant to my b**h But when they see me in person and act like they cool with me [Hook] Real hustlers get down on the flo Real n***as get down on the flo Street n***as move around with a pole All my street b**hes asking where the hoes I can show you wear the pills for a dub Bunch of Jordan's gettin stepped on in the club I don't know if imma live to 21 But all this money counting gettin kinda fun [Verse 2] These b**hes is s**in an f**in so you know I'm duckin and dodging These n***as is talking not walking like I won't send dogs through yo apartment The city was rushin and bussin I guess all these 40s percussion I ain't even know the best rapper in the city was up for discussion KC star where the f** we at? Guess I'm not on y'all local map Throwing all that shade get your quarterback You gone have to learn all the harder way Crossover step back harden way Man it's been awhile since I shot a j All summer 17 shooting fades [Hook] [Bridge:] Run it, buss it, girl you know you something Run it, buss it, girl you know you something I can't f** w nun these n***as less it's bout some money I be hopin n***as try me know about me dummy Run it, buss it, girl you know you something Run it, buss it, girl you know you something Northeast, vato Money, no taco Put in order for a piece Come in shoe box, no sneaks Ima be home in a weak How you gon' grit with out the grease Let a n***a think I'm square Catch em slippin unprepared Run it, buss it, girl you know you something Run it, buss it, girl you know you something