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Word On The Streets
[Intro]
(Ayo, Shod Beatz)
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, Wavy

[Chorus]
I got out the streets, it was gettin' too muddy
You got out the streets, it was gettin' too bloody
Word on the streets, you ain't gettin' no cuddy
Words on the streets, you ain't gettin' no money
Words on the streets, wanna put a n***a name in your song
But the streets know you ain't no dummy
N***as killed Josh, then this shit went left
Heard fool killed Josh, then got left
You don't gotta hype me up to walk down on my mans
No Riley, I don't need no prep
Fuck I look like goin' back and forth with all these n***as?
These fuck n***as ain't gon' step
Fuck I look like gettin' into a fight with all these n***as?
These fuck n***as ain't gon' help
Fuck all them n***as, don't need no help anyway
I see my opps, I'm gon' slide on them any day

[Verse 1]
I wanna box in his car and get close to it
I wanna hop out the car and stand over it
I'm on some other shit
Ayy, that's the n***a right there got my brother hit
N***as be spooked when they see us, on sucker shit
Ayy, all them n***as some smokers, they stay on some clucker shit (Ayy, ayy)
All them n***as some bitches, they stay on that buster shit
Still smokin' on lil' what's-his-name who I can't say, he a dead man
Talkin' bullets in a n***a head, man
Stand over fool, paint him red, man
I get dumb high, n***a, how high?
Talkin' Method Man, call me Redman (Wavy)
Got the recipe, bitches stuck to me
Bitches sweatin' me like a headband
See, the same n***as that I chill with
They the same n***as that I kill with
All them lame n***as, I can't hang with you
Up my flame with you, get me killed quick (No)
When we smack n***as, yeah, we roast them
Rest in peace gang, he with folk 'nem
He a pallbearer, he see all barrels
At the church house when he tote them
[Chorus]
I got out the streets, it was gettin' too muddy
You got out the streets, it was gettin' too bloody
Word on the streets, you ain't gettin' no cuddy
Words on the streets, you ain't gettin' no money
Words on the streets, wanna put a n***a name in your song
But the streets know you ain't no dummy
N***as killed Josh, then this shit went left
Heard fool killed Josh, then got left
You don't gotta hype me up to walk down on my mans
No Riley, I don't need no prep
Fuck I look like goin' back and forth with all these n***as?
These fuck n***as ain't gon' step
Fuck I look like gettin' into a fight with all these n***as?
These fuck n***as ain't gon' help
Fuck all them n***as, don't need no help anyway
I see my opps, I'm gon' slide on them any day

[Verse 2]
Any other day, I'm a cool individual
I spot my opps, I'ma turn to a bear
Spot my opps, hittin' at his hair
Spot your opps, you gon' hit in the air
I can't be killin' my opps, I'm saved
You just spared two more opps, you played
'Posed to ran down on him, you laid
You ain't hop in that splack, you stayed (Wavy)
[Outro]
Ayy, '21
N***a ain't gettin' in the car with me, man
Your ass ain't shot a bitch, shot at a bitch, or shot with a bitch
Your ass can't get in the car with me, man
You understand me? Big Wavy shit over here, man
You know how we rockin'
Ayy, Wavy