Str8 Out - Trouble, Veli Sosa

I got it straight out the street

Whatever you find you keep

Hundreds of pounds a week

How could you down a G?

How could you foul on me?

How could you hound a freak?

How could your rounds be weak?

How is you down my G?

How is you down my G?

You ain’t got a pound at least?

You must ain’t did right by your folks

You must ain’t real as you believe

I turn this shit up for the streets

I keep shit a buck when I speak

I ain’t tryna find me no good girl

I’d rather bust down with a freak

Hundred grand in one week

Switch it up, we got freaks

Hit Sosa, you want to eat

Hit Sosa, you want to eat

I’ma tell you where we gon' meet

Hope you ain’t the police

Keep a bad bitch, all times nigga

All my hoes on fleek

I got it straight out the street

Whatever you find you keep

Hundreds of pounds a week

How could you down a G?

How could you foul on me?

How could you hound a freak?

How could your rounds be weak?

How is you down my G?

How is you down my G?

You ain’t got a pound at least?

You must ain’t did right by your folks

You must ain’t real as you believe

I turn this shit up for the streets

I keep shit a buck when I speak

I ain’t tryna find me no good girl

I’d rather bust down with a freak

How could your rounds be weak?

You raised them boys to be some hoes

You raised them boys to be some pussys

Bet you look surprised when niggas fold

I can’t even be there for an hour

I swear to you I hate to lose shit

I don’t give a fuck who came before me

To me, my nigga, that’s a new bitch

I came through the bricks, that’s on my new shit

Niggas hate but don’t know what to do with me

Niggas tried, they all get to shooting with me

I say women ‘cause I get to shooting first

nigga come out of that red dirt

Ain’t a baller street, young nigga go headfirst

I was sipping in the trap spot

Now I’m in the sky with dumb knots, nigga

I got it straight out the street

Whatever you find you keep

Hundreds of pounds a week

How could you down a G?

How could you foul on me?

How could you hound a freak?

How could your rounds be weak?

How is you down my G?

How is you down my G?

You ain’t got a pound at least?

You must ain’t did right by your folks

You must ain’t real as you believe

I turn this shit up for the streets

I keep shit a buck when I speak

I ain’t tryna find me no good girl

I’d rather bust down with a freak