Street Love - Popp Hunna

Ayy, yo, that’s Popp and that’s Petty

Damn, gettin' fetti with Petty, this shit is heavy

I heard that they started to doubt me, they gettin' buried

And you know we comin' harder, my nigga (Othello on the)

He took me to that island, had me sipping' on that Mai Tai

He gon' keep me drippin' in that Gucci, Louis, Prada

Since you got that money, baby, then I need a lotta

The way this nigga lookin', turn him to my baby father

Girl, you better chill, I already got a baby

Surfin' in that pussy, girl, you know that shit be wavy

Fuckin' you for hours, got a nigga feelin' lazy

If I spend that bag on you, you better not play me

Nah, long as you come home at night

You be on that corner, right?

Make it home to mommy, I’ma ride you like a motor bike

Better yet, a jet ski, it get super wetsy

It get super messy

Fuck it, you could bless me

When I’m up in Philly I be ridin' with a choppa

Gotta keep it lowkey so I pull up in the squatter

Baby, you the baddest, girl, you know that you a problem

All these bitches callin', girl, I fuck around and block 'em

And girl, you so bad, gotta call the police

Way you eat this pussy got me weak in my knees

You better be bougie with these niggas, don’t speak

You better spend money, gotta keep me on fleek

Yeah, you know that I ride for you

Call me, I’ma slide for you

And if it came to it then I fuck around and die for you

Okay, you say it’s forever

You know I’m there for whatever

I was just totin' Berettas, you made me change for the better

Air Force, Dickie pants, street nigga

I was broke last year, my bag bigger

If he hatin' he another mad nigga

Young nigga,

, I’m that nigga

I’m that bitch, them other bitches is average

We up now, 'member when we didn’t have shit?

Now it’s fly shit, them other bitches better not try shit

Yeah, you took 'em to Miami but we on Dubai shit

Know I’m yours, baby, you could tell your niggas that you got her

Make them bitches mad 'cause them bitches ain’t get nada

On the real, baby, never even thought I’d feel love

Now I’m on some Mary J. shit, I found my real love

Girl, you so bad, gotta call the police

Way you eat this pussy got me weak in my knees

You better be bougie with these niggas, don’t speak

You better spend money, gotta keep me on fleek

Yeah, you know that I ride for you

Call me, I’ma slide for you

And if it came to it then I fuck around and die for you

Okay, you say it’s forever

You know I’m there for whatever

I was just totin' Berettas, you made me change for the better