Front Street

Lyrics

[Intro: Fredo Santana] Front $treet Savage Squad Ayy, Gleesh what's up man (808 Mafia) [Chorus: Yung Gleesh] Standin' outside on Front Street Yellow-black Charger it's a Bumblebee Them niggas down there don't wanna rumble me Them niggas down, they don't want none of me A hundred keys up, that's a hundred key A hundred P's up, that's a hundred P's (trappin' ain't dead) Thank God the Lord for trappin' this weed Thank God the Lord for trappin' this weed [Verse 1: Yung Gleesh] I said I'm down the street on Front $treet A hundred P's don't want beef If nigga wanna beat me Nigga just don't wanna be 30 rounds and 30 rounds The clip's holdin' 50 rounds 400 thousand shove it down Still tryin' to calm me down Pullin' out, pullin' out Hoppin' out the van's loud Droppin' off, droppin' off Box of bullets coppin' out Work with the workin' mobs Niggas they just coppin' out Dirty block, dirty block, that's a dirty block (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) Here's a dirty cop (watch out Gleesh) All you niggas snitching with them dogs The worst kind in the world The best time when would I [Chorus: Yung Gleesh] Standin' outside on Front Street Yellow-black Charger it's a Bumblebee Them niggas down there don't wanna rumble me Them niggas down, they don't want none of me A hundred keys up, that's a hundred key A hundred P's up, that's a hundred P's (trappin' ain't dead) Thank God the Lord for trappin' this weed Thank God the Lord for trappin' this weed [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] On the corner sellin' marijuana, Gleeshy in that Charger, man we just hit a robbery Been sellin' crack since I was eleven, I'm a triple OG, man ain't nobody hard as me I'll put this paper on your head, I'll tell my niggas kill you and they best not do it sloppily I got my Ruger, keep my Eagle, tote my tec, I keep my shooters and they do it for monopoly (shit easy man) You don't want war boy, nigga check the scoreboard Pull up in a two door, pull up in a four door (skrt skrt skrt) Shoot you in your front line, leave you on your front porch Pussy ass nigga, I told you you don't want war [Chorus: Yung Gleesh] Standin' outside on Front Street Yellow-black Charger it's a Bumblebee Them niggas down there don't wanna rumble me Them niggas down, they don't want none of me A hundred keys up, that's a hundred key A hundred P's up, that's a hundred P's (trappin' ain't dead) Thank God the Lord for trappin' this weed Thank God the Lord for trappin' this weed