Street Nigga - Waka Flocka Flame, Young Sac

I’m a street G

Product of the gutter, man

I became from nothing, nigga

Now I’m after everything

Came from rags, nigga

Now I’m off to riches, man

Take me away from snitches, man

And these lucky bitches, man

I’m a street G

Product of the gutter, man

I became from nothing, nigga

Now I’m after everything

Came from rags, nigga

Now I’m off to riches, man

Take me away from snitches, man

And these lucky bitches, man

I’m a street nigga shawty, product of the cocaine

Product of the Mary Jane, rolling off that X, man

Me and Young Sac just went half on a sack

On the west side of town, trying to bring that money back

Hold on, Waka, let’s show these niggas what we 'bout

Show these dreads and golds and he’s slinging OG from down south

A slick fresh, sling that piff and that X

Put them fingers on your block, boy, don’t put this to the test

To the test, fuck the rest, I’m the best, Waka Flocka

From the Heights to the 'Dale, I’ma give these folks Hell

What’s a cop? What’s jail? I’ma keep selling crack

Or that ready rock, make your body rock, cock it, pop

I’m a street G

Product of the gutter, man

I became from nothing, nigga

Now I’m after everything

Came from rags, nigga

Now I’m off to riches, man

Take me away from snitches, man

And these lucky bitches, man

I’m a street G

Product of the gutter, man

I became from nothing, nigga

Now I’m after everything

Came from rags, nigga

Now I’m off to riches, man

Take me away from snitches, man

And these lucky bitches, man

Street nigga shit, street nigga shit

Pop your little pistol, this is street sweeper, bitch

Chopper cut through blocks and hit up Waka: «Man, I got a proposition

Couple chickens, couple blocks, all we need is a special»

Rapping like I’m Gucci, acting like I’m Biggie

All the bad bitches tell them hoes to fuck with me

I ain’t with the disrespect, me and Sac selling with two bottles of Patrón

Got the whole clique wasted wet

They ain’t seen nothing yet, it’s Baltimore’s fucking best

Bet they ain’t got the Heights with So Icey Boys, ain’t that a mess?

Boy, I’m from the west, what up, my nigga Gucci?

Picture that on deck, I ain’t worried about them groupies

I’m a street G

Product of the gutter, man

I became from nothing, nigga

Now I’m after everything

Came from rags, nigga

Now I’m off to riches, man

Take me away from snitches, man

And these lucky bitches, man

I’m a street G

Product of the gutter, man

I became from nothing, nigga

Now I’m after everything

Came from rags, nigga

Now I’m off to riches, man

Take me away from snitches, man

And these lucky bitches, man