Zaytoven
Street Cat
[Intro]
Ayy (Ayy)
Smoking on that satellite (Man, fuck these hoes)
Yeah, because it smoke right (Ffff-beeep!)
I've done been to the jail, I ain't tryna go twice (Beep)
You crazy on the internet, then why you acting so nice? (Beep)
I got all this fucking ice (Beep), I can have a snow fight (Beep)
Droptop down went to 'deem (Beep), and of course, he overlight
(I'm a street n***a, dog, hoes love my style)
N***as' white bricks day but I see fuckin' cold rice (Beep)
(I'm a street n***a, dog, hoes love my sty-)
Ayy, ayy

[Verse]
I'm a street n***a, dog, hoes love my style
I should wrap the Lamborghini black and white like a cow
What's that shit up in my pocket n***a it's the .40 cal (Bow)
They be seeing a n***a balling n***a here they come to foul
Baby momma keep on calling she like, "Get your fucking child"
I'm street n***a, n***a, I keep pistols tucked around
He was talkin' crazy, they like "Nah, he was fucking around"
I got folks here in with me and I'll make em' buck you down
I'm street n***a pussy, I ain't faking for the clout
I got cash but my crazy cousin'll take you for some pound
And I shoot crowds pussy, we'd shank 'ya for some thou's
I got blue faces, thottianas, make 'em buss it down
I'm a street n***a pussy, I ain't payin' a hoe shit
They got cash apps on deck, I ain't sending hoes shit
He a peon ass n***a, he done sent his hoe a dick
At his dream girl house with gang in that hoe shit
I'm a street n***a, dog, everybody know that
So a hater, get whacked, bond money on deck
When I got my first gun, I'm like, "I gotta blow that"
I should go back to dough runners and selling dope sacks
I'm street n***a, n***a, I ain't gotta prove that
Oh, you tryna prove a point? Well, why you gotta do that?
I should go to foster dealers and go buy the school back
I'm street n***a, n***a, that was where my school at
I'm street n***a, n***a, can you understand me?
You don't speak Engli-? How you say, "Rubberband me"?
Smoking on this stinky pack, flame up the gangrene
Sosa what the opps on? N***a, not a damn thing
I'm a street n***a, dog, I don't love no bitch
I ain't talkin' to that bitch unless she buy her own shit
Unless she skrt, skrt, skrt-skrting and riding in her own shit
Bitch steady buying me shit, I can buy my own shit
I'm street n***a, dog, I was jumping off the porch
I had sprained my fuckin' ankle doin' jumpin' as a sport
Stealin' granny shit, now I'm taking nothin’ less a sport
We ain't talkin' to these n***as they ain't nothin' past a dork
I'm a doggy n***a, baby, I know you love my fit
I ain't got no bitch, n***a, how you fuck my bitch?
Young street n***a, dog, two revolvers and a stick
Don't let folks 'nem hold it, they'll steal ya fuckin' shit, ayy (Bang!)