Streets Is Bakk

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Conway The Machine] Real shit, the gangstas got a code For niggas bustin' they gun and still slang a lot of dope (Hustlin'!) Big chain around the throat Fuck bitches and leave, I don't lay around and smoke (Haaa!) I hate when fuck niggas say they fire toast But niggas killed your man, why ain't nobody smoked? (What happened to that?) My plug get the 'caine in by the boat Re'd up with some much bread he thought I came to buy a boat (Hahaha) See me in Cali, I came to buy the smoke Knocking that Nip Hussle with the stainless by the coat (Marathon!) I don't travel without a gun These rap niggas is pussy, you call them out, they run I'm every mеmber of Slaughterhouse in onе That's not a diss, I'm just saying that I'm hot as shit All the grams I sold From Chicago to Pittsburgh like Amber Rose Uh, goddamn I'm cold [Chorus: Conway The Machine] The streets is back, yeah, the streets back nigga The streets is back, yeah, the streets back nigga The streets is back, yeah, the streets back nigga The streets is back, yeah, the streets back nigga! Yeah, niggas play it and go bananas Play it while they cooking 'caine and loading up their hammer For niggas that's dead and gone, niggas that's in the slammer Real niggas gone' feel this shit from New York to Atlanta Let's go [Verse 2: Conway The Machine] You planning to cross homes Skull and cross bones Take the back of the strap, crush your jaw bone (gun-buttin' niggas) I'm still leaving the club, riding large chrome Bitch with me, she don't want to fuck? Fuck it, walk home Fuck is y'all on? Fuck is y'all on? Chew a nigga like my blue-nose through a dog bone I have my niggas in your crib, where you call home Playing with your kids, gun to your baby mom dome (Goon shit) Niggas frontin' like they ain't gotta write it (Huh?) Then I hear these niggas' music and I'm not excited (Garbage!) I see a bad bitch, I just gotta pipe it (Come here, bitch) West got the four wheeler, but I just gotta bike it (Vroom) Poppin' wheelies on the eleven hundred Rocking Jimmy's, only eleven hundred Shop with twenties, only put up the hundreds Pop the semi, only if niggas want it Come on [Chorus: Conway The Machine] [Verse 3: Freck Billionaire] The way I dress, you would think Hermes endorse this bill VVS's on the wrist wear, of course it's real Tap lightly on the gas, watch the horses peel Nobody close to me, I know how a orphan feels Fuck credit, when I shop bitch, I hand them cash Posted with the white and green, Brandon Bass Known ghost writer, I can make your verse heat I get Dwight Wade, Lakers first Heat (Get it?) I make the hoes wonder, 'cause I'm getting bread bitch And the new sedan floating like a dead fish Reptile band, when I got my AP on I told the jeweler Crockett like Affion Flying Spurs so the Hefferson know Freck got a white Bentley like the Jefferson show Won money out in A.C, casino pays Drop chips on my clothes, that's Fredo Lays [Chorus: Conway The Machine] [Outro: Conway The Machine] Haha, you see what I mean nigga? I'm the only nigga in the game that can do this, nigga Who else can give you a Still Ballin', nigga And give you this?' Know what I mean? At the same time, on the same project nigga I'm just playing with you niggas, like... Shit finna get real for y'all