[Intro]
Yeah
How the hell I’m gon’ flop
I’m signed to the street
Signed by the motherfuckin' street
The streets ain’t going nowhere n***a
Black Migo

[Chorus]
Ain’t no way in hell I could flop (Nah)
I’m married to the streets across the block (Crush it, yeah)
Ain’t no way in hell I could flop (Nah)
I bought that drop top out the pot (Foreign)
I know why yo album flopped, you was impatient (Yeah)
And the label got control of your situation (Fuck 'em)
Ain’t no way in hell I could flop (Young Scooter)
I’m married to the streets across the block (Lets go!)

[Verse 1]
If I sign the dotted line I want back every dime
I spend like two million dollars to sign the way I sign (Count up)
The reason you having problems you don’t know how to grind
You may hide some and put em at the wrong time (Yeah)
Young Scooter blowing weed like a chimney (A chimney)
I could never flop 'cause I’m not in the industry (The industry)
I’m in the streets juggin' that’s where scooter be (Jugg, jugg)
And I got all the dope they call me BMG (Yeah)
The check you got for your advance I blow that every week (Yeah)
I don’t shake every body hand I don’t know who you be (Nah)
A major label push your project, all I got’s the streets (Streets)
Black Amigo Gang, n***a, all we got is we (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Ain’t no way in hell I could flop (Nah)
I’m married to the streets across the block (Crush it, yeah)
Ain’t no way in hell I could flop (Nah)
I bought that drop top out the pot (Foreign)
I know why yo album flopped, you was impatient (Yeah)
And the label got control of your situation (Fuck 'em)
Ain’t no way in hell I could flop (Young Scooter)
I’m married to the streets across the block (Lets go!)

[Verse 2]
Scooter try so much I bought the clothing line (Try)
Range Rover, game over, that’s for my n***as decide (Foreign)
Baking soda, cocaine odor at my mama house (Baking soda)
Can’t fold my money so the rest that’s how I blow em out (FreeBandz)
I don’t trust these n***as and they don’t trust me (Nah)
For the state that cut my time, I was a trustee (Trustee)
Oh yeah my block stay hot shout out to Weezy Wee
Young n***a with an attitude, and rest in peace to Eazy E
I move my n***as move so don’t you disrespect my G (Yeah)
I respect every real n***a in these fucking streets (Yeah)
I don’t give a damn 'bout this music n***a that’s where I be (BMG)
Look down at the pavement, they named it after me (Street)

[Chorus]
Ain’t no way in hell I could flop (Nah)
I’m married to the streets across the block (Crush it, yeah)
Ain’t no way in hell I could flop (Nah)
I bought that drop top out the pot (Foreign)
I know why yo album flopped, you was impatient (Yeah)
And the label got control of your situation (Fuck 'em)
Ain’t no way in hell I could flop (Young Scooter)
I’m married to the streets across the block (Lets go!)