Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She gon' be one hundred, hold that motherfucker down
Stretch, that's how that shit go, street ****
Know what I'm sayin'?
[Verse 2]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard, but she ain't havin' it
We don't go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
[Verse 3]
Me, I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin' all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon' go when I say go, she a street bitch
[Verse 4]
See her friend and shit, I kick her 'round like Pam and shit
And I can't stand that bitch, she tweakin' off them Xans and shit
And I'm the man and shit, a hunnid like them cancer sticks
Yeah, street ****, but I be on some romantic shit
[Verse 5]
She on snap with it, I'm from the back with it
She don't like these rappers, but she be into these trap ****
Tell me who be all behind my back with it
In her DM, and now I caught up with him, these **** hoes, I'll slap ****
[Verse 6]
Bought my bitch a Birkin 'cause she worth it
Told her I be cheatin' 'cause ain't nobody perfect
She held me down when I was locked up, she was with me in the kitchen
When that fort locked up, she crazy, she a pop up
[Verse 7]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard, but she ain't havin' it
We don't go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
[Verse 8]
Me, I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin' all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon' go when I say go, she a street bitch
[Verse 9]
I done learned the whole game, he done taught me every thing
Do more, talk less, never say no names
Beat his case like OJ, got him out his old ways
Whippin' work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
[Verse 10]
Playin' with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay
Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny
Every time he call me, pick up right away
Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin' my way
[Verse 11]
Bitches be tryin' it, I'm his homie, lover, friend
You can't deny it, baby, we thuggin' till the end
Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
Ain't nothin' like the D, I be tuggin' on his pants
[Verse 12]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard, but she ain't havin' it
We don't go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
[Verse 13]
Me, I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin' all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon' go when I say go, she a street bitch
Written by: Alkhaaliq Lawrence, Deja Trimble, Durk Banks