Текст песни Back 2 Da Streets - Sticcy Flournoy

Yea yeaa nigga
Aye man I'm finna enjoy this one
Don't worry
Aye we ain't writing nothin at all mane fuck it
Jus oozin straight off da top
Oh yea yea yeaaa nigga

Ooze god watch how I step in
Slid in with a big ol' FN
Big ARP right by my side
And dat bitch gon kick like Tekken
I told dat bitch I ain't got no time
Aint got no minutes or seconds
If I can't break yo neck in
Ohh I'm high
Eyes lower than Brock off of Pokemon
Nothin but opps in dis gar what I'm smokin on
I run da trap and I shoot with da golden gun
Fuck who you runnin with bitch I'm da chose one
(Fuck who you runnin with nigga)
Whuppin on niggas I'm lookin like Goku San
Boy I'm a king you a pawn
My bitch Chinese I'm bangin Mulan
I move thru da dark on a mission like Spawn
New thot on me tryna bust a pecan
Backpack wallet belt Louie Vuitton
Red fox on me no Sanford and Son
My legacy mirrors Attila the Hun
Fight to da death ain't barrin none
Bottom line top notch I'm A1
And I'm in a clan like Raekwon
They want me locked up like Akon
I never play fair I'm Draymond
Everythang I do is flagrant
Baccarat and biscotti my fragrance
Breakin bread runnin plays with my day ones
Runnin straight up da middle like Marshawn
And I'm straight out dis world like a Martian

Gotta shit on all my haters
I don't do it too often
I should be a dentist
Cuz I'm casually flossin
Push a hoopty full of spinach
Ima serve em in Crofton
Got dem blues rollin in
Like I'm Crippin on Slauson
Handle business get my money
Then it's back to da streets
Hop out da coupe drop off a baggie
No dis not Uber eats
Run thru thotties like a track
I need a new pair of cleats
After I break da bitch back
I'm headed back to da streets

Back to da streets my natural habitat
I'm in da shadows serving an alley cat
You gon swear to GOD he know gymnastics
How dat MP turnt his ass to a acrobat
Money stretchin just like Mr Fantastic
Sniff out da bag cuz nigga we after dat
I got da sack like I tackled da QB
Don't know how to act you can put me on Tubi
Wavy like Rocket Power you a shoobie
Steppin on opps turn his 3D to 2D
Stackin my coins I'm Banjo Kazooie
Ice on me got my skin turnin bluey
Earlobe sick my fist got da cooties
Watch yo bitch she itchin to do me
Hop out da whip pass da blunt to da valet
Spreadin my money like mustard and mayonnaise
God damn I'm cold
Bag full of O's
Baby think I'm strippin how I slide with da pole
Pockets on swole
Talkin shit 3:16 Stone Cold
Still ridin 4's
Toatin 24 4's

Gotta shit on all my haters
I don't do it too often
I should be a dentist
Cuz I'm casually flossin
Push a hoopty full of spinach
Ima serve em in Crofton
Got dem blues rollin in
Like I'm Crippin on Slauson
Handle business get my money
Then it's back to da streets
Hop out da coupe drop off a baggie
No dis not Uber eats
Run thru thotties like a track
I need a new pair of cleats
After I break da bitch back
I'm headed back to da streets