Keep it street (feat. Princefrmthe4 & Slimeoutnaz)

Mitch, Mitch, Mitch, Mitch

Murder dissed me in the song , bitch, where your fucking ' gun

I just told lil syn go get em , he be hopping' out for fun

I'ma die behind this shit, bitch, you know I ain't goin' for none

Damn you used to be my bro, but when I catch you, yo ass done

Heard you fucking' with the opps, I was like, hell na not my twin

Let a that ****, play with you, you know I was standing' on all 10

Make me sick when I heard it, all I wanna do is go spin

When we spin, we tryna kill, yeah, we tryna score for the win

You can't hop inside this V, if we ain't tryna score for the win

And we ain't trippin' by G3, cause the whole gang really spin

I'm on a two-man with the opp hoes , told her, Prince, go get her twin

We on a two-man with the opp hoes , you see a Opp, you do a man

These **** capping ' on my gang, when the fuck y'all really spin

When the fuck y'all really spin, just me and Nick clutching on Gen

In the semi with that fye, feeling' sick just like the Grinch

Turn on gas and smoking' it, spitting' that shit, yeah, it gotta stink

Wen gone hop out flat back , flippin' that **** up, just with that switch

I catch a Opp in mallard creek , won't say his name, that **** he grit's

Like why he dissing' SSG, never hopped inside that V

It's me gang ducking' from the cops, posted up in Mallard creek

Just got some drop from a hoe, said my yn is to go creep

Had my gang up in your mentions , but see my face and you hit feet

Only talk hard on the phone, cause you know this shit ain't sweet

Put your gun inside my hands, cock it back and tell him that he beat

Murder scared to come to school, ****, you better keep it street

All that dissing but ain sliding man, I knew these **** sweet

Say the SSG, K, I'ma shoot your lips off when we meet

Say the SSG, K, I'ma shoot your lips off when we meet

Beating this opp hoe from the back, told her throw up SSG

Beating this opp hoe from the back, got her screaming fuck YRT