Flooding The Streets (feat. Calboy) - TJ Porter

Tee Ayy-hey, yeah, yeah Ah-ah, ah (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag, then we might tie him up Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) Threw the dark hoodie on, like I'm Trayvon (like I'm Trayvon) I got shooters like the hoopers in my hood, like K Nunn (like K Nunn) Playin' victim, you know what you did, why you play dumb? Crazy thing, my niggas knew about it They ain't say nothin' (they ain't say nothin') This Percocet gon' get me higher (higher) I got to sleep and get to talkin' to Lerayah (Lerayah) She said, "Relax, my brodie, I've been sendin' my love" You tryna kill yourself, that's gon' result to fire Feed your soul like Lauryn Hill and some Wyclef Pray to the Lord He give me guidance in the right steps (the right steps) My shorties wild and they get live up in the night, yeah (the night, yeah) I'm from the darkness, baby, I'm so used to nightmares (feed your soul) Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up (we might tie him up) Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) Yeah, I'm on the pill, cut on Lauryn Hill On the real, my G-Wag came with six Tonka wheels Born to kill, B-flag gang, put that on my tears On my lear jet airplane, tryna pop my ears Poppin' off'll get you popped for real, you know you not for real You faker than some shiny white veneers And if it's smoke, it's just a fire drill I've been lying still, in the jungle even lions chill I make a giant kneel I heard Heaven need some volunteers, that's what I've been hearin' Hit your momma crib, like your momma feared From the bottom of my heart, my heart so bottomless, baow I'll knock your top off, son (skrrt) Ready or not, here I come (feed your soul) Tunechi Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up (we might tie him up) Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) I know you mad at me Yeah, woah, oh I know you mad Them hoes, they mad The opp, they mad One time, they mad Ha, ah-ha, ha, ha, stay mad Ha, ah-ha, ha, ha, stay mad Woah-woah, bah, bah, bah, payback Vrrr, vrrr, vrrr-vrrr, straight cash Yeah, stay mad Wit' yo' hatin' ass They mad

I wasn't born yesterday I've succumb to your wicked ways So I'm movin' up, up and away Up, up and away, up, up and away Seem to think I'm your property And your misconduct is trashing me Now I'm searching for the debris For the debris, for the debris I'm a victim of vandalism Cause you covered me in grafitti I'm a victim of vandalism Since you left your mark on me I'm a victim of vandalism Cause you covered me in grafitti I'm a victim of vandalism Since you left your mark on me I'm a victim Of vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism I wasn't born yesterday I've succumb to your wicked ways So I'm movin' up, up and away Up, up and away, up, up and away Seeking sabotage any which way The damage done now, wouldn't you say? You really rub me up the wrong way Up the wrong way, up the wrong way. I'm a victim of vandalism Cause you covered me in grafitti I'm a victim of vandalism Since you left your mark on me Vandalism Vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism

Saw a '95 F150 at a stoplight Looked a lot like yours But it didn't have that learn-to-drive stick shift dent That I put in the door Or that Sunshine State sticker on the gate We'd got in a spring break town Damn, it's been a minute since I've been in it Now I'm thinkin' bout Whose hand's out the window When the window's down? (Ain't me, ain't me no more) Who's turning up the radio way too loud? (I did when I was yours) Who's beer bottle buzzin' on that bench seat Got you parking lot parking like you're seventeen Whose new perfume is fading mine out? Who's that pickup picking up now? Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup (who's that pickup picking up now?) Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup picking up now? Do you keep a hoodie in the backsеat Like you did for me, in case shе gets cold? Is my cherry lip gloss still there in your glove box? Wonder if she knows that I was her that summer Laid back in your shotgun seat Ain't gonna lie, yeah, sometimes I still wish it was me Whose hand's out the window When the window's down? (Ain't me, ain't me no more) Who's turning up the radio way too loud? (I did when I was yours) Who's beer bottle buzzin' on that bench seat? Got you parking lot parking like you're seventeen Whose new perfume is fading mine out? Who's that pickup picking up now? Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup (who's that pickup picking up now?) Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup picking up now? Who's picking up the phone on a Friday night When you call saying, "Babe, be ready in five" When you pull in the drive, who's climbing inside? Making memories with you that could've been mine Whose hand's out the window when the window's down? Who's turning up the radio way too loud? Oh-oh Who's beer bottle buzzin' on that bench seat Got you parking lot parking like you're seventeen Whose new perfume is fading by now? Who's that pickup picking up now? Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup (who's that pickup picking up now?) Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup picking up now? (Who's that pickup picking up now?) Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup (who's that pickup picking up now?) Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup picking up now?