What's What Testo
Testo What's What
(Shout-out my nigga Synco)
I'm in love with the streets but it’s no love
I'm in love with the streets but it's no love
I’m in love with the streets but it's no love
I'm in love with the streets but it's no love
It ain't no love
I'm in love with the
I'm in love with the streets but it ain't no love
Bouncing out the whip with Baby A, nigga, don’t run Bitch, yo brother died, what you gon’ do? Go and post sum?
I'll pull up to the opps hood, go and post up
Doing what you can’t and I'm doing what I'm 'posed to
High off the drank, me and bro pouring fours up
And I heard you had that bitch on you when you froze up
She like, "D Boii, you don’t really love me", I'm like no duh
Yeah, I would've hit yo lil' blunt but I seen no bud
Told baby if she down to ride, I'm the chauffer
Nigga said that he was up a mill', none to show for it
Bitch keep calling back to back, baby, hold up
Bitch, grab that pursе and them heels, go and ho up
[?] I give no fucks
Yeah, anothеr opp on the news, nigga, toast up
Touch in the Bay, you know I gotta link with D Boii
Buffs on my face, they knew I flew in from Detroit
Shooter shot green, got a ninety-nine from three point
I'm in the deep, you ain't even got yo feet moist
I can peep boy hating
I can tell dawg lying 'cause his voice changing Fake ID in Wally's World, bitch, I'm Roy Jenkins
Ain't a water gun but we'll pull up, let the toy spray 'em
I don't know why boy playing, we gon' make that boy famous
Shit, I came a long way
Crowd yelling MVP and I don't even ball play
Tee with an X but, hell nah, it ain't an off day
All that swag biting? Boy, I bet yo jaw break
Modern Warfare, brodie hopping out the Hummer
Popping out with MPX, give the chopper to my gunner
Unky cooking, had to top it with some butter
How the fuck you real? Out here plotting on yo brother
Yeah, bitch thought I was hard bitch I had Glock under the cover
Let a nigga diss my brother, I put shots up in yo brother
Same birds flock together, bitch, you flocking with the others
Told this bad bitch, "When you suck it, make it sloppy, then I love ya"
Yeah, I don't fuck with too many circles, smaller than a Funion
Big bro got the P's and my unc' got the onions
Got a bitch from the hood, other bitch, she from London
Bitch, cover up them toes, you got nerve, that's a bunion
Yeah, and I'll air the whole chop, nigga, fuck it
Ha-ha, yeah
Riding 'round feeling good, lil' bitch, I'm untouched
I was down bad, now I'm one up
Check the kit, bitch, I'm Hutch'd up
You don't really know shit, can you shut the fuck up?
Shoot it last second, bet I clutch up
So many plays, can't remember like, what's what?
I'm in love with the streets but it’s no love
I'm in love with the streets but it's no love
I’m in love with the streets but it's no love
I'm in love with the streets but it's no love
It ain't no love
I'm in love with the
I'm in love with the streets but it ain't no love
Bouncing out the whip with Baby A, nigga, don’t run Bitch, yo brother died, what you gon’ do? Go and post sum?
I'll pull up to the opps hood, go and post up
Doing what you can’t and I'm doing what I'm 'posed to
High off the drank, me and bro pouring fours up
And I heard you had that bitch on you when you froze up
She like, "D Boii, you don’t really love me", I'm like no duh
Yeah, I would've hit yo lil' blunt but I seen no bud
Told baby if she down to ride, I'm the chauffer
Nigga said that he was up a mill', none to show for it
Bitch keep calling back to back, baby, hold up
Bitch, grab that pursе and them heels, go and ho up
[?] I give no fucks
Yeah, anothеr opp on the news, nigga, toast up
Touch in the Bay, you know I gotta link with D Boii
Buffs on my face, they knew I flew in from Detroit
Shooter shot green, got a ninety-nine from three point
I'm in the deep, you ain't even got yo feet moist
I can peep boy hating
I can tell dawg lying 'cause his voice changing Fake ID in Wally's World, bitch, I'm Roy Jenkins
Ain't a water gun but we'll pull up, let the toy spray 'em
I don't know why boy playing, we gon' make that boy famous
Shit, I came a long way
Crowd yelling MVP and I don't even ball play
Tee with an X but, hell nah, it ain't an off day
All that swag biting? Boy, I bet yo jaw break
Modern Warfare, brodie hopping out the Hummer
Popping out with MPX, give the chopper to my gunner
Unky cooking, had to top it with some butter
How the fuck you real? Out here plotting on yo brother
Yeah, bitch thought I was hard bitch I had Glock under the cover
Let a nigga diss my brother, I put shots up in yo brother
Same birds flock together, bitch, you flocking with the others
Told this bad bitch, "When you suck it, make it sloppy, then I love ya"
Yeah, I don't fuck with too many circles, smaller than a Funion
Big bro got the P's and my unc' got the onions
Got a bitch from the hood, other bitch, she from London
Bitch, cover up them toes, you got nerve, that's a bunion
Yeah, and I'll air the whole chop, nigga, fuck it
Ha-ha, yeah
Riding 'round feeling good, lil' bitch, I'm untouched
I was down bad, now I'm one up
Check the kit, bitch, I'm Hutch'd up
You don't really know shit, can you shut the fuck up?
Shoot it last second, bet I clutch up
So many plays, can't remember like, what's what?
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