Waka Flocka Flame - Street n***a lyrics

[Hook: Young Sac] I'm a street G Product of the gutter, man I became from nothing, n***a Now I'm after everything Came from rags, n***a Now I'm off to riches, man Take me away from snitches, man And these lucky b**hes, man I'm a street G Product of the gutter, man I became from nothing, n***a Now I'm after everything Came from rags, n***a Now I'm off to riches, man Take me away from snitches, man And these lucky b**hes, man [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame & Young Sac] I'm a street n***a shawty, product of the c**aine Product of the Mary Jane, rolling off that X, man Me and Young Sac just went half on a sack On the west side of town, trying to bring that money back Hold on, Waka, let's show these n***as what we 'bout Show these dreads and golds and he's slinging OG from down south A slick fresh, sling that piff and that X Put them fingers on your block, boy, don't put this to the test To the test, f** the rest, I'm the best, Waka Flocka From the Heights to the 'Dale, I'ma give these folks Hell What's a cop? What's jail? I'ma keep selling crack Or that ready rock, make your body rock, co*k it, pop [Hook: Young Sac] I'm a street G Product of the gutter, man I became from nothing, n***a Now I'm after everything Came from rags, n***a Now I'm off to riches, man Take me away from snitches, man And these lucky b**hes, man I'm a street G Product of the gutter, man I became from nothing, n***a Now I'm after everything Came from rags, n***a Now I'm off to riches, man Take me away from snitches, man And these lucky b**hes, man [Verse 2: Young Sac & Waka Flocka Flame] Street n***a sh**, street n***a sh** Pop your little pistol, this is street sweeper, b**h Chopper cut through blocks and hit up Waka: "Man, I got a proposition Couple chickens, couple blocks, all we need is a special" Rapping like I'm Gucci, acting like I'm Biggie All the bad b**hes tell them hoes to f** with me I ain't with the disrespect, me and Sac selling with two bottles of Patrón Got the whole clique wasted wet They ain't seen nothing yet, it's Baltimore's f**ing best Bet they ain't got the Heights with So Icey Boys, ain't that a mess? Boy, I'm from the west, what up, my n***a Gucci? Picture that on deck, I ain't worried about them groupies [Hook: Young Sac] I'm a street G Product of the gutter, man I became from nothing, n***a Now I'm after everything Came from rags, n***a Now I'm off to riches, man Take me away from snitches, man And these lucky b**hes, man I'm a street G Product of the gutter, man I became from nothing, n***a Now I'm after everything Came from rags, n***a Now I'm off to riches, man Take me away from snitches, man And these lucky b**hes, man