Zaytoven – Street Cat Lyrics (feat. CHIEF KEEF)

Well, why you gotta do that? You don't speak Engli'? Young street nigga, dog, two revolvers and a stick
Don't let folks 'nem hold it, they'll steal ya f*ckin' shit, ayy (Bang) (Beep)
I got all this f*ckin’ ice (Beep), I can have a snow fight (Beep)
Droptop down went to 'deem (Beep), and of course, he overlight
(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style)
Niggas white bricks day but I see f*ckin' cold rice (Beep)
(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my sty-)
Ayy, ayy
[Verse]
I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style
I should wrap the Lamborghini black and white like a cow
What's that shit up in my pocket nigga it's the .40 cal (Bow)
They be seein’ a nigga ballin’ nigga here they come to foul
Baby momma keep on callin' she like, "Get your f*ckin’ child"
I'm street nigga, nigga, I keep pistols tucked around
He was talkin' crazy, they like "Nah, he was f*ckin' around"
I got folks here in with me and I’ll make em' buck you down
I'm street nigga p*ssy, I ain't fakin' for the clout
I got cash but my crazy cousin'll take you for some pound
And I shoot crowds p*ssy, we'd shank 'ya for some thou's
I got blue faces, thottianas, make 'em buss it down
I'm a street nigga p*ssy, I ain't payin' a hoe shit
They got cash apps on deck, I ain't sendin' hoes shit
He a peon ass nigga, he done sent his ho a dick
At his dream girl house with gang in that hoe shit
I'm a street nigga, dog, everybody know that
So a hater, get whacked, bond money on deck
When I got my first gun, I'm like, "I gotta blow that"
I should go back to dough runners and sellin' dope sacks
I'm street nigga, nigga, I ain't gotta prove that
Oh, you tryna prove a point? I should go to foster dealers and go buy the school back
I'm street nigga, nigga, that was where my school at
I'm street nigga, nigga, can you understand me? [Intro]
Ayy (Ayy)
Smokin' on that satellite (Man, f*ck these hoes)
Yeah, because it smoke right (Ffff-beeep)
I’ve done been to the jail, I ain't tryna go twice (Beep)
You crazy on the internet, then why you actin' so nice? Nigga, not a damn thing
I'm a street nigga, dog, I don't love no bitch
I ain't talkin' to that bitch unless she buy her own shit
Unless she skrt, skrt, skrt-skrtin' and riding in her own shit
Bitch steady buyin' me shit, I can buy my own shit
I'm street nigga, dog, I was jumpin' off the porch
I had sprained my f*ckin' ankle doin' jumpin' as a sport
Stealin' granny shit, now I'm takin' nothin' less a sport
We ain't talkin' to these niggas they ain't nothin' past a dork
I'm a doggy nigga, baby, I know you love my fit
I ain't got no bitch, nigga, how you f*ck my bitch? Smokin' on this stinky pack, flame up the gangrene
Sosa what the opps on? How you say, "Rubberband me"?