Young Scooter
Текст песни Caught Up In The Streets

Got caught up in the streets

Introduced myself to the block and got caught up
You know I got a drug store, I got all the product
We Free Band niggas so the world gonna respect us
One call from migo, you know I fuck the streets up
I don't rap no lyrics, nigga, I rap cash money
Don't fuck with Young Scooter, man, he known for wrapping dummies
I gotta wash my money out 'cause I got dirty money
I'm riding around, flexing, I'm just paper chasing hundreds
You don't got no plug, get your ass out the streets
Always getting tricked, nigga, because you super sweet
Caught up by your van, nigga, come and shop with streets
Finessing, pulling jugs, nigga, money got me geeked

Got caught up in the streets

Got caught up in the streets, I hustled on my feet
Made 80K a week, put leather on the seats
And chrome on the tire, riding with the yayo
I'm looking for a buyer, dropped out of school so I can build up my empire
The streets get scary in the dark, Michael Myers
I'm looking for a junkie who wanna get higher
I'll serve your uncle, auntie, I'm no discriminator
I'm drinking on Promethazine, Tropicana flavor
Finessing like a fooley half a million in a duley
And we don't shoot commercials, we don't shoot nothing but movies
The work jumping over, no, the work it ain't losing
The police bust the spot, we ain't moving

Got caught up in the streets