More songs by Twin S
Description
Composer, Producer: Floaty Beats
Author: Twin S
Lyrics and translation
Original
Aye
Aye
Huh
Probation concerned about my gang ties
Looking in the mirror thugging throwing Gang Signs
There ain't no half-way crooks in this gang life
They know my hearts fully in it cause I bang mine
I'm a real street nigga, can't you tell?
Disciplined and organized we're like the Cartel
She asked her friends about me now she got alarm bells
I'll get the blazin' squad and I ain't calling Marcel
I'm a real street nigga, go and ask
My baby girl she's cute but she don't even know the half
My old tings thugging that's a blast from the past
If it wasn't for the money would I even stand a chance?
I'm a- I'm a real street nigga
Her ex was legit now she want a street nigga
She way too inner I don't wanna sleep with her
If I'm being honest I don't wanna speak with her
Got me hanging out the Lamb truck screaming fuck the other side
She said the grass is greener fuck them other guys
Gang shit on the screen we got it monetised
I'm taking over the block I got it colonised
In the wok-house I'm moving like Muhammad Ali
Yeah I'm skinny but my presence like The Great Khali
With the 12 Gauge I'm turning into Super Saiyan 3
Her ex was a neek and now she laying with a G
I'm a real street nigga, can't you tell?
Disciplined and organized we're like the Cartel
She asked her friends about me now she got alarm bells
I'll get the blazin' squad and I ain't calling Marcel
I'm a real street nigga, go and ask
My baby girl she's cute but she don't even know the half
My old tings thugging that's a blast from the past
If it wasn't for the money would I even stand a chance?
Doing 120 on the dash
If I see an enemy there's no doubt I'm gonna crash
My body got chills first time I let it slap
Still I never drove away until I see the boy--
It's a different type of feeling when you get up out that cell
And come home to the money like I never went jail
Prayed Surah Al-Fatiha \u0026 never got bail
Still I throw a gang sign while they sending me to hell
What you mean I gotta step without the gauge?
If you really knew me you know it's coming either way
Sometimes It's just fate, wrong time wrong place
He got killed for his mates but he's in a better place
I'm a real street nigga, can't you tell?
Disciplined and organized we're like the Cartel
She asked her friends about me now she got alarm bells
I'll get the blazin' squad and I ain't calling Marcel
I'm a real street nigga, go and ask
My baby girl she's cute but she don't even know the half
My old tings thugging that's a blast from the past
If it wasn't for the money would I even stand a chance?
Probation concerned about my gang ties
Looking in the mirror thugging throwing Gang Signs
There ain't no half-way crooks in this gang life
They know my hearts fully in it cause I bang mine