[Verse 1]

Let me tell you a lil' story, how I met my plug

Gave me guns, sold me drugs

Young nigga started with an ounce and a half

With a box on my ankle and a half-point slug

Swear my mama can't tell me shit

Imma keep smoking weed, keep it toting my clip

OG Bob told me that it's all in the wrist

Mother fuck a job cause I'm tryna get rich

Got locked for a robbery and I ain't say shit

Who, what, where, nigga I ain't take shit

Gucci on my belt I ain't gotta say shit

Your bitch all on my dick and I ain't even say shit

Nigga you a lame goddamn face it

Catch me in the back nigga probably facin' (good dope)

Work piled up like a brick mason

I ain't runnin after hoes boy i'm money chasing

You stealin' my flow that shit sad

I think you owe Q Da Fool cash

The Feds they all on my ass

Cause Q Da Fool known to put niggas in bags

[Verse 2]

I get booted wit my shooter

Ruin the mission, you lose wit your shooter

Bitch this real life so I move wit that ruga

I swear moe, this street shit is real

You book then your ass might get killed

A hunnid xans, hunnid perks, hunnid grams

A young nigga tryna make a mill

Q La'Flare all bout his money shit, not with that funny shit

Bitch nigga, like a girl you just run your lips

Trap nigga everyday tryna make a flip

I don't think niggas really street niggas

I don't think these niggas street niggas

I don't think these niggas street niggas

Like a book man I swear you gotta read niggas

Tryna get it, gotta wake up off the E nigga

Getcha cash man I swear I can't feed niggas

Straight hustlin', definition of a street nigga

Yeah, real street nigga

Gotta get it, off the E nigga

Getcha money, don't ask