Street Lights

Lyrics

[Intro] Haha, street lights, street lights, street lights Ayy, ayy, G, turn me up, ooh-ooh Fuck y'all niggas [Chorus: P-Dice] What's the deal, uff with us, get for real Count a grip, bound to trip, pop a fifth, let it spill, ooh Lot of skis, throw them bands, not a thing Roll a lamb, swoll up pants, know the fans gotta scream, ooh Let any of this Remy go to waste, hell no, I'ma drink it all Ask me if I'm runnin' out of cake, hell no, what you thinkin', dog? He like [?] that's what he like Street lights, shots all on a street light, ooh [Verse 1: P-Dice] I got dough for your info Do you know what you in for? Head pop, AK's when the lead pop Bed rock, AK on your dreadlocks Tell the chick grow up, hella chips on us, need a lift, roll up I'ma sick, go nuts, see the sickos blush, I could sit on plush Swarm you, hella haters tryna swarm you Goin' through, I know exactly what you goin' through, hitter Aw, she get her lips involved, might just hit her raw Sittin' tall, why you sittin' poor? Why I'm shippin' off? Give a damn, look at [?] spam out the freakin' land Sick of playin' kickin' whippin' jams, what's the difference? Ooh [Chorus: P-Dice] What's the deal, uff with us, get for real Count a grip, bound to trip, pop a fifth, let it spill, ooh Lot of skis, throw them bands, not a thing Roll a lamb, swoll up pants, know the fans gotta scream, ooh Let any of this Remy go to waste, hell no, I'ma drink it all Ask me if I'm runnin' out of cake, hell no, what you thinkin', dog? He like [?] that's what he like Street lights, shots all on a street light, ooh [Verse 2: E Dirt] Street life, this the life we chose I been up since dawn 'til everything close I be out all night 'til everything go Tryna stack them chips up, Pringles 'Cause I be on my grind each and every day You know I got that loud, I be movin' weight Paparazzi takin' pictures, fuck 'em in my face No time to socialize, no interview But try to take what's mine, that'll be the end of you I came from nothin', now, look where we at A few miscommunications but I got it locked Down nigga, there's no we around nigga Try to play me, thirty-eight'll take a chunk out niggas Watch out for the [?] even them some jump out niggas I be all in the trap with my jumps out But I take flight like a jacket if these motherfuckers jump out If these motherfuckers jump out Pyurhell nigga, P-Dice, E Dirt nigga, yeah, yeah Pyurhell nigga, P-Dice, E Dirt nigga, yeah, yeah Pyurhell nigga, P-Dice, E Dirt nigga, yeah, yeah [Chorus: P-Dice] What's the deal, uff with us, get for real Count a grip, bound to trip, pop a fifth, let it spill, ooh Lot of skis, throw them bands, not a thing Roll a lamb, swoll up pants, know the fans gotta scream, ooh Let any of this Remy go to waste, hell no, I'ma drink it all Ask me if I'm runnin' out of cake, hell no, what you thinkin', dog? He like [?] that's what he like Street lights, shots all on a street light, ooh