Skilla Baby - Leave It In the Streets lyrics

Can't no nigga ho me, heard
The jackboys want me, stop it
(The Circle) huh?
(MIA JAY C) yeah, that's more like it
Huh, that's more like it ayy, huh
That's more like it haha
Sing to me ayy, huh

Walk through TSA with thirty
Thousand in my pocket
Every day I'm gettin' fresh as fuck
I know they watchin'
Every nigga know me know I'm 'bout a profit
Can't no nigga ho me, heard the
Jackboys want me, stop it, hah
Gettin' all this money got
My fuckin' head gone
Let a nigga run up on me
He gon' get his head blown
All my opps, calm down
All my opps get a headstone
Quick to get a nigga smoked, my temper short
But my bread longk ahh, I wanna kill a nigga
Еvery time I get mad
Thеn I calm down, pray to God, and talk to da
I load my strap up every time
I hear they on my ass then I get some money
I'm the youngest nigga with the biggest bag

I just got excited lookin' in my stash
Young nigga so humble, up a hundred
I don't even brag
Shoot a fully in the nigga whip
Make that nigga crash
When I seen an opp, Jimmy Neutron
I gotta blast damn, I miss the Scat', man
I'm so used to goin' fast
Fuck it, I'ma drop 580
It got more on the dash
I lost it all, I got it back
Ain't think about the past
I make them niggas feel me first
Because they put me last
Dave been bookin' me for shows
I gotta rock it
"Tay B Style" got me takin' off like a rocket
(Huh?)
Just sent my bitch to MIA on my Josh shit
Brought my fully out to shoot at
Anything look like my whip
Ahh, sometimes I get mad
My family keep tellin' me I sound like my dad
I'm a rich young nigga
I ain't houndin' no strap
Bitches used to try to ho me
Now I'm in my bag
I don't need no money counter
I be countin' my cash every week
I stick another hundred thousand in my stash
Any nigga with a problem
Take it up with Wildman
I can't believe my main mans
Turned into a Calvin
My thick bitch ride me like a horse
Meg Thee Stallion i got everything in my
Closet but some Lanvins
Every week, I put up thirty thousand
It's practice
I call my lil' niggas young kings
But they jack shit
I put my swipe nigga on the
Court and let him hack shit
I came a long way from Taylor, 'Tucky
Makin' crack flip
I live in a mansion, king-sized mattress
Twenty-five hundred for the Amiris with
A bunch of patches

Walk through TSA with thirty
Thousand in my pocket
Every day I'm gettin' fresh as fuck
I know they watchin'
Every nigga know me know I'm 'bout a profit
Can't no nigga ho me, heard the
Jackboys want me, stop it, hah
Gettin' all this money got
My fuckin' head gone
Let a nigga run up on me
He gon' get his head blown
All my opps, calm down
All my opps get a headstone
Quick to get a nigga smoked, my temper short
But my bread longk ahh, I wanna kill a nigga
Every time I get mad
Then I calm down, pray to God, and talk to da
I load my strap up every time
I hear they on my ass then I get some money
I'm the youngest nigga with the biggest bag
(Huh)

Then I get some money
I'm the youngest nigga with the biggest bag
Then I get some money
I'm the youngest nigga with the biggest bag