SOB x RBE - Stuck In The Streets lyrics

[Intro] Hit-Boy [Verse 1: DaBoii] b**h, I been that n***a, ask that b**h what When you down on your a**, who gon' pick you up? It only take one call for me to get you touched Brodie bro gon' slide with shotty pump, that's that Ricky run Goin' through some sh**, hard not to think about Glock my necessity, b**h, I can't leave without If you my n***a, be my n***a, ain't no keepin' count Pop a Perc before I f** her, watch me beat it down I'm just gon' put it in her gut, you gon' eat her out Put that pressure on a n***a, what you be about? Yeah, you be rappin' 'bout that block, but you don't be around Pop up to a s**a's show, that won't be announced, b**h [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] And I'ma catch a body 'fore I catch a feelin' Once I peep your true colors, sh** was extra different Heard the feds got a case, they're tryna hit us with it But I'ma catch a flight 'fore I get caught up in it I was posted on that block, just a young n***a 223s, I bring them chops, we don't go ones, n***a Parked up in their business, tryna catch a n***a slippin' But them n***as don't come out, it's like we funkin' with our b**hes When you stuck up in them streets, it ain't no way up out it I lost my n***a to this sh**, we sprayed that K about it And every time we pull a skid, we ain't gon' speak about it You postin' pictures with that strap, but you don't scare nobody [Verse 2: Slimmy B] To a broke ho, three words: "b**h, f** it" ("b**h, f** it") Hit it from the back, then kick her out, we don't cut 'em Glock hold 30, shoot a couple, make 'em tumble (Boom, boom-boom) All facts, no cap, real rap, this ain't mumble If the p**y wet, dive in, I'd love to (I'd love to) When them bullets fly, b**h where you gon' run to? (Where you gon' run to?) s**as flexin' all these guns, we got guns too (We got guns too) Hit your b**h from the back and got s**ed too (n***a) Hella foreigns back-to-back and we lane changin' (Skrrt skrrt) You ain't ready for these streets, they ain't a safe haven What's the point of havin' a** if it ain't shakin'? If this Glock get to barkin', then I can't tame it (Boom boom) Young n***as with that bag, yeah, we been hot (Been hot) If them s**as was outside, they would've been dropped (Nerd) If you let the b**h breathe, she would've been knocked You ain't bringin' in no guap, b**h, kick rocks [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] And I'ma catch a body 'fore I catch a feelin' Once I peep your true colors, sh** was extra different Heard the feds got a case, they're tryna hit us with it But I'ma catch a flight 'fore I get caught up in it I was posted on that block, just a young n***a 223s, I bring them chops, we don't go ones, n***a Parked up in their business, tryna catch a n***a slippin' But them n***as don't come out, it's like we funkin' with our b**hes When you stuck up in them streets, it ain't no way up out it I lost my n***a to this sh**, we sprayed that K about it And every time we pull a skid, we ain't gon' speak about it You postin' pictures with that strap, but you don't scare nobody