Released: April 30, 2020
Songwriter: Chief Keef
Producer: Zaytoven
[Intro]
Ayy (Ayy)
Smoking on that satellite (Man, fuck these hoes)
Yeah, because it smoke right (Ffff-beeep!)
I've done been to the jail, I ain't tryna go twice (Beep)
You crazy on the internet, then why you acting so nice? (Beep)
I got all this fucking ice (Beep), I can have a snow fight (Beep)
Droptop down went to 'deem (Beep), and of course, he overlight
(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style)
Niggas' white bricks day but I see fuckin' cold rice (Beep)
(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my sty-)
Ayy, ayy
[Verse]
I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style
I should wrap the Lamborghini black and white like a cow
What's that shit up in my pocket nigga it's the .40 cal (Bow)
They be seeing a nigga balling nigga here they come to foul
Baby momma keep on calling she like, "Get your fucking child"
I'm street nigga, nigga, I keep pistols tucked around
He was talkin' crazy, they like "Nah, he was fucking around"
I got folks here in with me and I'll make em' buck you down
I'm street nigga pussy, I ain't faking for the clout
I got cash but my crazy cousin'll take you for some pound
And I shoot crowds pussy, we'd shank 'ya for some thou's
I got blue faces, thottianas, make 'em buss it down
I'm a street nigga pussy, I ain't payin' a hoe shit
They got cash apps on deck, I ain't sending hoes shit
He a peon ass nigga, he done sent his hoe a dick
At his dream girl house with gang in that hoe shit
I'm a street nigga, dog, everybody know that
So a hater, get whacked, bond money on deck
When I got my first gun, I'm like, "I gotta blow that"
I should go back to dough runners and selling dope sacks
I'm street nigga, nigga, I ain't gotta prove that
Oh, you tryna prove a point? Well, why you gotta do that?
I should go to foster dealers and go buy the school back
I'm street nigga, nigga, that was where my school at
I'm street nigga, nigga, can you understand me?
You don't speak Engli-? How you say, "Rubberband me"?
Smoking on this stinky pack, flame up the gangrene
Sosa what the opps on? Nigga, not a damn thing
I'm a street nigga, dog, I don't love no bitch
I ain't talkin' to that bitch unless she buy her own shit
Unless she skrt, skrt, skrt-skrting and riding in her own shit
Bitch steady buying me shit, I can buy my own shit
I'm street nigga, dog, I was jumping off the porch
I had sprained my fuckin' ankle doin' jumpin' as a sport
Stealin' granny shit, now I'm taking nothin’ less a sport
We ain't talkin' to these niggas they ain't nothin' past a dork
I'm a doggy nigga, baby, I know you love my fit
I ain't got no bitch, nigga, how you fuck my bitch?
Young street nigga, dog, two revolvers and a stick
Don't let folks 'nem hold it, they'll steal ya fuckin' shit, ayy (Bang!)
Ayy (Ayy)
Smoking on that satellite (Man, fuck these hoes)
Yeah, because it smoke right (Ffff-beeep!)
I've done been to the jail, I ain't tryna go twice (Beep)
You crazy on the internet, then why you acting so nice? (Beep)
I got all this fucking ice (Beep), I can have a snow fight (Beep)
Droptop down went to 'deem (Beep), and of course, he overlight
(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style)
Niggas' white bricks day but I see fuckin' cold rice (Beep)
(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my sty-)
Ayy, ayy
[Verse]
I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style
I should wrap the Lamborghini black and white like a cow
What's that shit up in my pocket nigga it's the .40 cal (Bow)
They be seeing a nigga balling nigga here they come to foul
Baby momma keep on calling she like, "Get your fucking child"
I'm street nigga, nigga, I keep pistols tucked around
He was talkin' crazy, they like "Nah, he was fucking around"
I got folks here in with me and I'll make em' buck you down
I'm street nigga pussy, I ain't faking for the clout
I got cash but my crazy cousin'll take you for some pound
And I shoot crowds pussy, we'd shank 'ya for some thou's
I got blue faces, thottianas, make 'em buss it down
I'm a street nigga pussy, I ain't payin' a hoe shit
They got cash apps on deck, I ain't sending hoes shit
He a peon ass nigga, he done sent his hoe a dick
At his dream girl house with gang in that hoe shit
I'm a street nigga, dog, everybody know that
So a hater, get whacked, bond money on deck
When I got my first gun, I'm like, "I gotta blow that"
I should go back to dough runners and selling dope sacks
I'm street nigga, nigga, I ain't gotta prove that
Oh, you tryna prove a point? Well, why you gotta do that?
I should go to foster dealers and go buy the school back
I'm street nigga, nigga, that was where my school at
I'm street nigga, nigga, can you understand me?
You don't speak Engli-? How you say, "Rubberband me"?
Smoking on this stinky pack, flame up the gangrene
Sosa what the opps on? Nigga, not a damn thing
I'm a street nigga, dog, I don't love no bitch
I ain't talkin' to that bitch unless she buy her own shit
Unless she skrt, skrt, skrt-skrting and riding in her own shit
Bitch steady buying me shit, I can buy my own shit
I'm street nigga, dog, I was jumping off the porch
I had sprained my fuckin' ankle doin' jumpin' as a sport
Stealin' granny shit, now I'm taking nothin’ less a sport
We ain't talkin' to these niggas they ain't nothin' past a dork
I'm a doggy nigga, baby, I know you love my fit
I ain't got no bitch, nigga, how you fuck my bitch?
Young street nigga, dog, two revolvers and a stick
Don't let folks 'nem hold it, they'll steal ya fuckin' shit, ayy (Bang!)