Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Check it
You see the girl get it popping like no other
Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and Im so gutter
My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game
but none of yall lame dudes going to fuck her
Im on some chill shit
But if you fronting then I will flip
Ill give it to a little chick real quick
Oh you a real bitch? You aint a bit real
You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till
First Im a get it hot, then Im a get a deal
My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills
And when Im not in the hood, Im rocking the hood
smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood
And if I, pollyin the dick its got to be good
I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could
And now I got him good, he believes me and he should
Some dudes wont go down but a lot of them would
I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out
I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)
Oh God its Remy Martin
In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets
Nigga!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh God!
Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe hes in the cockpit (cockpit)
Overseas moving kis like a locksmith (yeah)
Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)
All I do is warn cause thats the big boy jet (ok)
Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)
I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)
I got cribs better year estates man (man)
Im in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)
Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)
But thats like ??? going against Shaq (Shaq!)
And thats too much diesel, I got too much people (people)
Motherfuckers, you crazy Ill leave you (leave you!)
And I aint got to tell how many sets I trip
But you can find me on the woods now thats a testament
Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch
Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!
She got a problem, I can help her with that
Tell her man that shes fuckin with Crack
Bet he wont do nothin (nope)
Frontin like he gon do somethin (nope)
Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)
Talk to me, cmon
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah!
Yeah, feel that right there
Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there
Its Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar
Album coming, summers ours cocksuckers
True Story, BX Burough, Uh!
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