[Intro: FlexCityStreets]
Ayy, Money, you can bring that seven up to me, right?

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
RBE, Real Boiis gon' ride for me
It ain't hard for your ass to see
I got a couple shooters on my team ([?][0:16])
Just 'cause you say that you gon' do it, that don't mean a thing (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1: FlexCityStreets]
Where all the n***as at that I started with?
A dope bundle and revolver was our starter kit
A young n***a bustin' sales, we was marketin' (Huh?)
Glock Scott pull up on his block, then we parkin' 'eem
Four bands in one week, on some depressin' shit (I blew it)
A couple blues for a vid to send a message with (Goofy)
Somebody tell these lil' n***as who they messin' with
The Flex God, better say a prayer or he blessin' him (Bitch)
Ya lil' n***as is my kids 'round this bitch (Huh?)
Workin' out, do my dance, I got gigs 'round this bitch (What?)
And free my n***as out the pin in this bitch (Free 'em)
Blunt hangin' my mouth like a cig' in this bitch
They want the old Streets back, bitch, I been that
Ten years old, that's when I pushed my first wig back (Bah)
Eleven years old, that's when I shot my first big back (Argh)
By twelve, I was makin' n***as strip like, "Where your shit at?" (Give it up)
[Verse 2: Lil Noonie]
Dreadhead with the stick, off the codeine
Always looking for a lick, that's the old me
I'm out the 'jects, threes up, that's the home team
Talking crazy, on your neck, that's a whole beef
I got fifty in this Glock, shoot the whole thing
I been buggin' for three days, I popped a whole bean
N***as wonderin' what really done got into me
I done lost some real n***as, ain't no sympathy
I done put that pussy on your chain, now you remember him
I got you n***as screamin', unh, gang, now you remember me
And I will never be the fuckin' same since what they did to me
I took them leg shots like a mane, it ain't did shit to me
I'm slidin' on n***as and replaying like a scratched CD (Where they at?)
No bets for n***as, we leavin' n***as where the fishes be
I got plans for n***as, shoot off his hands, now how he finna eat?
No air for n***as, Jordin Sparks, how he finna breathe?

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
RBE, Real Boiis gon' ride for me
It ain't hard for your ass to see
I got a couple shooters on my team
Just 'cause you say that you gon' do it, that don't mean a thing (Uh-huh)
RBE, Real Boiis gon' ride for me
It ain't hard for your ass to see
I got a couple shooters on my team
Just 'cause you say that you gon' do it, that don't mean a thing (Uh-huh)