Yeaahhh

Yeaahhh

Yeaahhh

Let's take it back to the streets niggaaaaaaa

East coast

West coast

Midwest

To the dirty dirtttyyyy

It's Flip Gates

The 1 fly boy

I'm strapped n***a

Let's get it poppin'

I got a brand new 'Mac I hope this b***h don't jam

I had to bulletproof the Lam

I learned that from Cam

You want a thang got em yams go straight to Money Gram

I'm from the hood

So you know I'm down wit any money scam

Black glocks white glocks spit like sheet rock

You know a drank on me this concert gon' stop

A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to shut shit down

You was a nobody but now you famous now

I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's

Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me

You gotta play by the rules when you on these streets

You lil' niggas tryin' to mimic what you see on beef

You betta

I can't deny it I'm a straight rider

You don't wanna beef wit meee

I know some Long Beach Crips fo' reeeall )

I know some Englewood Bloods bloods)

And you can ask fans I got Cali love love)

I got a strap waitin' for me everytime I land

Just to send you a message I'll clap your man

Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux Klan

You lil' boys shouldn't beef wit a grown ass man

I got stripes in the hood I put in work fo' real

And mentioning me will get you put in dirt fo' real

How much that gramma yay b***h you carry weigh

Cause I'm on this Alize and I carry cake

I came back to the streets I had to let y'all know

And by the way my new deal worth 8 4

So I'mma

I'm strapped n***a

I'm strapped n***a

I'm strapped n***a what about you

This for my Nap-town niggas all my G-town killas

The ones wit the blow and them 18 wheelers

Cross the state lines wit it on them waist line cocked

Cross lope and you know it's goin' doowwnnn like Yung Joc)

40 cal 50 cal what you workin' wit n***a

I'm in a Maserati what you swervin' in n***a

And when I'm out in Cleveland I'm f**kin' wit X

It's been 'bout 5 years he still holdin' my tech

I be in the gun range like everyday

You betta pray no drama ever come my way

I'm in the studio now wit a gun on my hip

And I'm tired talkin' 'bout the beef wit me and

You betta