Trouble - U Ain't Street lyrics

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Trouble - U Ain't Street lyrics

[Produced by Zaytoven] [Verse 1: Trouble] Boy you's a b**h and you know that sh** Somebody go check ‘em, I got to split How you gon' trip on another n***a About a b**h who ain't even your b**h Why you ain't flip on them other n***as? Who took your sh**, n***a you a b**h Tryna get more n***as juice you up That's how I know you ain't built for this Asking questions, say what I'm doing Don't really know, they just know I'm doing it They say that Scoop is a bad influence They tryna say I'm a bad influence Cigarillo please no backwoods Strapped like a sheriff, I'm that good Say me and my b**h from a bad hood Ran up the racks mean we back to it [Hook: Trouble] These p**y n***as know that you ain't street We get it all on the front street We get it all off the back streets Real n***a know where them packs be You tryna trip 'bout a dirty b**h Let this sh** fly like a dirty bird The money it's flowing like spoken word My girl, they judging, they judging her [Verse 2: Bankroll Fresh] I got this sh** in, n***a work the work You talking that sh**, b**h you got some nerve You n***as be snitching, you know I heard Don't let these f** n***as know that I serve You run with that ho and that p**y dirty She s**ed my dick and I gave her 30 That bummy b**h wasn't even worth it She said you broke but you always working Always be working but still broke Say you be selling your partner's dope I f** your b**h and I copped the throat Don't call my phone ‘less a block or more I'm a real trapper, my [?] the stove These broke a** rappers just mad and broke I'mma pull up and I let it go I got the k** [?] and it's fully loaded [Hook: Trouble] These p**y n***as know that you ain't street We get it all on the front street We get it all off the back streets Real n***a know where them packs be You tryna trip 'bout a dirty b**h Let this sh** fly like a dirty bird The money it's flowing like Stephen Worthy My girl, they judging, they judging her [Verse 3: B Green] I be the recipe to the streets I'm sacking out like I'm KFC Free 350, yeah he from the 3 Eastside Zone 6 where I be RIP KP, got a sister named P Got cars full of that mescaline, now my arm flooded with the AP Know these n***as hate me, cause these n***as ain't me Better keep it on the sidewalk n***a cause you n***as ain't street I keep a big bank roll, only trap with Bankroll Trouble trouble, B. Green, that's a full two man team [Hook] These p**y n***as know that you ain't street We get it all on the front street We get it all off the back streets Real n***a know where them packs be You tryna trip 'bout a dirty b**h Let this sh** fly like a dirty bird The money it's flowing like spoken word My girls, be durty, they durty girls