High Street Kid - Mostack

Posted on the High Street

Yeah that’s my gutter

In my bed with a bad B

But thou shall never trust her

We can break some bread though

You can break my bed hoe

Try ask for head, no

I turn this to a passa

Chilling, we the baddest

Yeah we the baddest

We some drillers like mechanics

No, now don’t panic now

We just got these weapons for protection

I show the money love and affection

Menace, that’s my savage

Confiscate ya 10 pound

He wants to rob the rappers

But he can’t, they’re my friends now

Left home sober, came home mashup

Told my ex that it’s over

What’s she talking bout, «catchup?»

My bruddas got the knife outside

And he’ll use it

Don’t come if he says «come outside»

Cause that’s stupid

Linkup with my bro

And now we’re posted on high road

We hit the back roads if its 5−0

Posted on the High Street

Yeah that’s my gutter

In my bed with a bad B

But thou shall never trust her

We can break some bread though

You can break my bed hoe

Try ask for head, no

I turn this to a passa

Thou shall never trust her

Always wear a rubber

Thou shall never ever choose a hoe against your brother

Thou shall never do

But if you do, you’re a sucker

Suck your mother

I told them man hush up

Told them that bare time

I left my manners in the place I left my hair line

High Street Kid

Baby girl, I’m a rare type

I only see my boo-boo in my spare time

I know ya here right

Posted on the High Street

Yeah that’s my gutter

In my bed with a bad B

But thou shall never trust her

We can break some bread though

You can break my bed hoe

Try ask for head, no

I turn this to a passa

Posted on the High Street