[Collision 1]
Hey, yo, Storm, honestly, I think
I can fuck with a motherfucker like you
See, I don't like a motherfucker that be all on me and shit
All up under a n***a, telling me where I can go
Can she go with me? When I'm coming home?
And all that ol' crazy shit, type of life I live

[Verse 1]
Now, peep it, here go the secret on how to keep a player
Some love making and homecooking, I'll see you later
It don't take a lot to keep a n***a heart
Must be a lady in the light, but real freaky in the dark
Plus, I got some enemiеs, baby, hold my pistol
And wrap your arms around a n***a every time I kiss you, can you visualizе the picture?
Me and you in ecstasy
Don't be upset, it's good sex, when you next to me, do you wanna test me?
Put your tired head on my chest
A thug n***a's in the house, now you can rest
I bet you never screamed a n***a's whole name out
And felt the pleasure and the pain
'Bout to fuck the very taste out your mouth
You can call me when you need me
1-800-SKYPAGE, when you wanna see me
'Cause I can be your man and, baby, you can be my lady
But you gotta give a n***a space or you'll drive me crazy
Run the streets
[Collision 2]
Hahahahaha, yeah, n***a
Let a n***a hang out with the homies, you know, baby
Ayy, a n***a that hang out more will come home and love you better—ya feel me, sweetheart? Let that n***a be free
Don't have that n***a all up under you
Let him run with his n***as
Let the n***a run the street, boo, let him run the streets

[Verse 2]
So, tell me, am I wrong
For trying to communicate through a song?
I'm up early in the morning, by sunrise, I'll be gone
All my homies is waiting for me
Plotting on plans that we made and all the fun that it's gonna be
So, meet me at 3' and don't be late, n***a
We hanging out all night while drinking straight liquor
I heard it's popping at a club
But they say I can't get in 'cause I'm dressed like a thug
Until I die, I'll be gang related
Got me striving for a million, staying motivated
Now that we made it, it's a battle just for the big money
I'm living wild, no smiles, 'cause ain't a thing funny
I came up hungry, just a lil' n***a tryna make it
I only got one chance, so I gotta take it
You never know when it's all gonna happen
The rapping or the drugs
But, until then, give me love and let me run the streets
Let a n***a run the streets, boo
[Outro]
Page me, hahah, I'll call you back
Just let me hang with my n***as
Why you acting like that Michel'le, hah?
You know n***a wanna kick it with his homeboys and shit
I told cha I was coming back later on, right?
So, ya don't believe a n***a?
Just cook for a n***a, please
Make some of that shit you made last meal
Some of them ribs and shit
I'll be back through later tonight, I'm having some weed
We finna drink some Hennessy and some Alize
We finna eat that foods, smoke a lil' blunt
Lay up in the bed, watch, um, Jay Leno or something
Then, after that? Shit, we could do whatever comes to mind, baby
Just let a n***a run with the homies
Let me go kick it with my n***as
When I come back, I be all yours, for real