Wanna hold it down, but they don’t know how to work a stick
My b#tch like wifi, connection, affection
Wanna hold it down, but they don’t know how to work a stick
Don’t love no b#tch
Put my trust up in this stick
Ran up a bag off these highway trips
Long nights, turned one into six, yeah
Don’t love no b#tch
Put my trust up in this stick
Ran up a bag off these highway trips
Long nights, turned one into six
Crushing packs in my Dior ‘fit
GG, straight hollow tip
Jumped off the porch, and I landed a brick
Found some wops, now we finally rich
But the streets play so much trick
Bro’ got nine, and he ain’t find a stick
Yeah
Streets ain’t right, the streets ain’t love me
n#gg#s they gon’ watch your money
If rap don’t pay I’ll serve out the alley
Pray to Allah they don’t catch me
Couldn’t find a trap, always found a pack
So we gon’ turn handcuffs to Rollies
See, I used to hop out of stoley’s
Swear in the trap it get lonely
I swear in the trap it get lonely
Invest in me, keep it lowkey
My first love was these oz’s
Triple G’s, don’t approach me
The lifestyle they be scheming
Switching whips every evening
Get back every season
Sometimes for no reason
Streets ain’t right, the streets ain’t love me
See we fell in love with the money
Gotta believe but you better trust me
You know my digi’ is dusty
Yeah
You know my digi’ is dusty
Yeah
You know my digi’ is dusty
Couldn’t find a trap, always found a pack
Running red lights couldn’t stop for that
Phone ring that’s another bag
This ain’t a hit, and miss, she a top notch b#tch
Do high class sh#t
Better learn how to flip a brick, yeah
Wanna hold it down, better learn how to work a stick
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Kash Boy Lyrics – Bas#ment