[Lyric] Flood The Streets (Toohda Band$)

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Funk or Die)
Alright
Yeah

[Verse]
This that bag talk, get your paper up
How the fuck you get to talk when you ain't made enough?
I just fuck her like a dog, you just ate it up
I be fuckin' model bitches that you pay to fuck
'Member I was down, now I'm up, bitch, we winnin'
Duckin' from the narcs, bendin' corners, hittin' fences
Baby, keep your focus, eyes steady, on a mission
All my chains on, feelin' comfy in the trenches
Nigga, what your paper like?
Niggas always talkin' heavy, but they paper light
I just gave her syrup dick, she wanna stay the night
I told baby gotta go, I'm finna catch a flight
I flew 'em in
Bags comin', bring the movеrs in
Hangin' with the dealers or I'm mobbin' with my hooligans
How you nеver hit nobody? What you shootin' then?
Burnin' up the tires, doin' donuts in the newest Benz
My nigga said it's on the floor, I told him count me in
How the fuck is you a boss and you can't up a ten?
How the fuck is you the boss and you can't up a crib?
Worth a lot of money in the trenches, that's just how I live
Stop it, you ain't got no money in your pocket
Niggas mad when they bitch talk, I'm the topic
Nigga, what's the lean price? Don't give a fuck, I'ma cop it
Reachin' for my chain, 40 punch you like it's boxin'
Ain't got no Morton, where the Wockeisha?
Don't do the alcohol and I don't pop neither
Brodie tried to hit a nigga granny, swear he need a preacher
Chrome Heart, bouncin' out the rental lookin' like the reaper
Baby put the pussy down on me, put me in a sleeper
I don't even want your bitch, she look like Jeepers Creepers
Flood the streets with my bars, I'ma feed the people
My fiend use all utensils, he just need a needle
Wealthy on, if it ain't that, I bet I got VLONE
If she ain't talkin' 'bout no money, tell her leave me 'lone
These niggas tryna bite my swag, I think I got a clone
Naw, this is a Runtz pack, this is not cologne
You better get your bitch, bruh, she tryna take me home
She see them F.O.D. chains, this the icy show
I'm an ugly nigga, but I'm paid, plus she like me, though
She tryna suck my dick off, but this your wifey, though
Four grams of Cookie in a 'Wood mixed with Do-Si-Do
I got this shit up in the bag just like a four-for-four
I still'll slime a nigga out, I'll probably cut your throat
Nigga speakin' on the dead, you know how that shit go
[Outro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)