Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Nigga , by - Waka Flocka Flame. Release date: 18.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Street Nigga |
| I’m a street G |
| Product of the gutter, man |
| I became from nothing, nigga |
| Now I’m after everything |
| Came from rags, nigga |
| Now I’m off to riches, man |
| Take me away from snitches, man |
| And these lucky bitches, man |
| I’m a street G |
| Product of the gutter, man |
| I became from nothing, nigga |
| Now I’m after everything |
| Came from rags, nigga |
| Now I’m off to riches, man |
| Take me away from snitches, man |
| And these lucky bitches, man |
| I’m a street nigga shawty, product of the cocaine |
| Product of the Mary Jane, rolling off that X, man |
| Me and Young Sac just went half on a sack |
| On the west side of town, trying to bring that money back |
| Hold on, Waka, let’s show these niggas what we 'bout |
| Show these dreads and golds and he’s slinging OG from down south |
| A slick fresh, sling that piff and that X |
| Put them fingers on your block, boy, don’t put this to the test |
| To the test, fuck the rest, I’m the best, Waka Flocka |
| From the Heights to the 'Dale, I’ma give these folks Hell |
| What’s a cop? What’s jail? I’ma keep selling crack |
| Or that ready rock, make your body rock, cock it, pop |
| I’m a street G |
| Product of the gutter, man |
| I became from nothing, nigga |
| Now I’m after everything |
| Came from rags, nigga |
| Now I’m off to riches, man |
| Take me away from snitches, man |
| And these lucky bitches, man |
| I’m a street G |
| Product of the gutter, man |
| I became from nothing, nigga |
| Now I’m after everything |
| Came from rags, nigga |
| Now I’m off to riches, man |
| Take me away from snitches, man |
| And these lucky bitches, man |
| Street nigga shit, street nigga shit |
| Pop your little pistol, this is street sweeper, bitch |
| Chopper cut through blocks and hit up Waka: «Man, I got a proposition |
| Couple chickens, couple blocks, all we need is a special» |
| Rapping like I’m Gucci, acting like I’m Biggie |
| All the bad bitches tell them hoes to fuck with me |
| I ain’t with the disrespect, me and Sac selling with two bottles of Patrón |
| Got the whole clique wasted wet |
| They ain’t seen nothing yet, it’s Baltimore’s fucking best |
| Bet they ain’t got the Heights with So Icey Boys, ain’t that a mess? |
| Boy, I’m from the west, what up, my nigga Gucci? |
| Picture that on deck, I ain’t worried about them groupies |
| I’m a street G |
| Product of the gutter, man |
| I became from nothing, nigga |
| Now I’m after everything |
| Came from rags, nigga |
| Now I’m off to riches, man |
| Take me away from snitches, man |
| And these lucky bitches, man |
| I’m a street G |
| Product of the gutter, man |
| I became from nothing, nigga |
| Now I’m after everything |
| Came from rags, nigga |
| Now I’m off to riches, man |
| Take me away from snitches, man |
| And these lucky bitches, man |