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I don't want nobody fucking with me in these Streets. Saying sir Yeah, yeah. Chase. Yes Uh, uh, what? I don't want nobody fucking with Yeah. BAU, know the logo, nigga. Uh, uh, what? Yes Yeah. Remain humble. I don't want nobody Yeah. Fucking with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah. In these streets What? Yes sir. Too fly for TV. Yes Yeah. I need some sour D's lit up. Rollie face lit up. Flooded with some rubies, kindergarten with the Glitter. That new Beamer quiet, you can barely hear The pickup. I'm tryna ease the violence, Throw the towel when you hear us. Yeah. Murder been the case, sippin' Ace, gave me Hiccups. You sippin' from your glass, see my niggas Never get cups. I rarely do the club, Rather post up with your crush. Left the couch, is smoking dope while she feel Up on my rugs, nigga. Keep your eyes out for the love. That's enough. Listen up, Bombay shawty in the Truck. Currently my currency is all I need for Groupie love. Fuck these niggas taking pictures, Always speaking like they us. You ain't fly. I'm thirty thousand, making music for The doves. You ain't fly. I'm in the islands speaking numbers with the plug. You ain't fly. Wearing Bape made in China ain't Gon' cut. This that Nico era flow, canary diamonds With the cut. What? I don't want nobody fucking with me in these Streets. Saying yes sir. Yes sir. I don't want nobody Fucking cooking Fucking with me JBG. In these streets Yeah. Saying sir. Yeah. Uh. Ayo, this young Mike bid with the hustle, I'm no Russell. Bobby Brown used to cop off My uncle. Couple shooters brought they pistols, So we not finna wrestle. I'm riding nine with my squadron, never know what It comes to. Never know. G-Money was all good until he got in his Feelings. I want the Phantom with the stars in The ceiling. These bitches y'all double tapping, I'm drilling, jugging, I'm still in the hood. Had to make a killing, show these niggas I'll Kill 'em for good. And you was on 'til We took your spot. A red zone where we cut they cop. Bunch of training day ass crooked cops. Tired of talking money with niggas that never had Shit. Blue Magic, Shabazz, Napier on the average. You ain't fly. whipping seagulls, turning bubbles to A flood. You ain't fly. Ankle pendant, Cuban link just like the plug. You ain't fly. Puma sweats, B-A-U up on the Cuff. This that Shirley Cove flow, Ungodly my nigga, What? I don't want nobody fucking with me in These streets. Saying yes sir. Yes sir. I don't want nobody fucking with me in these Streets. Saying yes sir. And that's a capital F. Yes sir. Right. Pot head lifestyle, always baking. Patek Philippe on the wrist, not Marc Jacob. It's R-rated, middle finger if y'all hate it. I'm all jaded, y'all mad that God made it. I move for dough, you cats is used to Help. The shoes, the belt, the casket, Suit yourself. Or style, ten bags of loud, I'm not antsy. That's why my mans beat up Camry come in handy. Uh, I raw dog and buy plan B. You can't find the jawn, but Nate Ramsey. If you caught that, you family. If not, catch up with a nigga and understand Me. You ain't fly. You a custy, I deal With the manufacturer. You ain't fly. You suck dick to fit in, Them boys laugh at you. You ain't fly. Right. You a full-time gaffler. I'm ringside, suited, getting saluted by the Wrasslers. I don't want nobody That's it. Fucking with me in these streets. Saying yes sir. Yes sir. I don't want nobody fucking with me In these streets. Saying yes sir. Yes sir. Ain't nobody got time for that shit