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Gucci Mane

"Street n*gga"

[Hook: Young Sac]
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n*gga
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n*gga
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b*tches, man
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n*gga
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n*gga
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b*tches, man

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame & Young Sac]
I'm a street n*gga shawty, product of the cocaine
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*ggas 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*ck 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, c*ck it, pop

[Hook: Young Sac]
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n*gga
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n*gga
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b*tches, man
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n*gga
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n*gga
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b*tches, man

[Verse 2: Young Sac & Waka Flocka Flame]
Street n*gga sh*t, street n*gga sh*t
Pop your little pistol, this is street sweeper, b*tch
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*tches tell them hoes to f*ck 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*cking 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*gga 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*gga
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n*gga
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b*tches, man
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n*gga
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n*gga
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky b*tches, man

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