Listen to Word On the Street (feat. Soysauce & Lil Va) by Natek

Word On the Street (feat. Soysauce & Lil Va)

Natek

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Natek
Natek
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathaniel Kang
Nathaniel Kang
Songwriter
Ioan Gronas
Ioan Gronas
Songwriter
Vlad Andreescu
Vlad Andreescu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Natek
Natek
Producer

Lyrics

Yuh Man don't listen put a hole in his chest Im only getting started you ain't see me at best Send her to get kush, like its a quest Hop on the track, you know I got next Live in the crib, just counting up checks On top of the game, ya you know we apex Blocking her number, now block the text One, two. Put the mandem in a herse Put you in big "H" you gon' need a nurse We all naturals, ain't gotta rehearse Who want the smoke? We got you beat. We are the bosses. Thats word on the street You know it be smokey cuz we bring the heat You better bow down, get down on your knees, Y'all cant contain us, we all running free. Only take W's, no ABC You think you're safe, there's no guarantee. If you ain't my friend, you my enemy Shordy on my dick, bitch get off of me You know we drip like the sea, yea Pulling up in your face count it from three (aye) All of these people depressed, Bitch i ain't run from no set Hop in the back of the May-to-the-Bach Watch me skrrt off the shirt like a chest 679 like im fet Know when I shoot it im wet Big bands on me, you in debt Coming at me thats a threat (aye) Coming at me thats a threat Know we be wild like the zoo, Bitch im balling uncle drew Diamonds fake, see through Looking for me but im creeping on you King of the forest I make my next move Put a hole in a man now he looking like a donut Working all night in the crib, its the trap hut I dont even mess with all that talking, See him out in public I tell him whats poppin' (skrr skrr) Fuck that lil bih left cream on me (aye) Shut yo ass up you not real G (aye) Everyone tryna be me, put yo hands up where I can see Empty the clip then I flee White-thot give me head, thats free Got a mask, shoutout lil ski Choppa got me sting like a bee (boy, aye) Pop out on your block aye Lil bih spit on my (what) aye Empty, reload my glock aye Watch how you walk (yeah) Man don't listen put a hole in his chest Im only getting started you ain't see me at best Send her to get kush, like its a quest Man don't listen put a hole in his chest Im only getting started you ain't see me at best Send her to get kush, like its a quest Hop on the track, you know I got next Live in the crib, just counting up checks On top of the game, ya you know we apex Blocking her number, now block the text If he talk shit, get him popped quick Let my choppa sing, like ricky rick Yea cant cuff on no bitch Yea I cant fuck wit no snitch yuh Ice cold, frozen drip Yuh told her get down do the split Yea now baby girl I dont trip Yea im pulling off in a foreign whip Yea im pulling off in a foreign whip Hop on the track, you know I got next Live in the crib, just counting up checks On top of the game ya you know we apex Blocking her number, now block the text
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