Streets

Lyrics

[Intro] (Damn, GradeA) This shit off the top (Ayy, run that shit up, Chase) You already knew that Yeah, yeah [Chorus] I remember the tank was on E I was runnin' the streets Now I don't care 'bout the streets My guys they stuck in the streets They all got raided this month The cops they on us, huh Don't go back to the streets I don't wanna trap to the fiends I can't have my kids in the streets I can't have my dogs in the streets, nah, nah [Verse 1] Look at the the pain in my eyes, I can't just think about I I gotta think 'bout the fam, look how far that I am I can't do it myself, it's me and my guys in the hills Now I have a stu' in my house, I stay in Beverly Hills Look at my house in the hills, look at how far that I came I don't еven care 'bout the chain I'm wеarin' a shirt and it's plain You can't do the same I broke her heart on the plane I'm tired of feelin' this pain (Fuck that bitch), yeah I whip up a nine pack, look what I gain (I whip up a nine pack, look what I gain) I want him in trap, he want a stain Look at the Glock, look at it's gauge She can't work minimum wage Please don't call me when I'm on stage (Damn, yeah) I live in the hills, I didn't even make it Watch when I make it, watch how I take it When I go, I'm not even gon' stop Pay for a glizzy, shit was a bop, yeah, yeah [Chorus] I remember the tank was on E I was runnin' the streets Now I don't care 'bout the streets My guys they stuck in the streets They all got raided this month The cops they on us, huh Don't go back to the streets I don't wanna trap to the fiends I can't have my kids in the streets I can't have my dogs in the streets, nah, nah [Verse 2] This not a .9, this is a Glock, I give it to bro, he make it hot He wanna trap, he wanna pop, he in the streets, boy, he really lost And don't come here, this is our route I'm with a baddie, not in my house I took your bitch, she want out I didn't even take her out She wanna go to the Drake party, ooh, yeah (I know) She off a pill probably, I'm gang, I take a Perc probably, yeah I feel a lil' hollow (Lil' hollow), bad bitch, call her Mulatto (Mulatto) Tonight we drinkin' Moscato (Yeah) Leavin' you dead been the model (It is) She wanna drink out the bottle (I know you do) Look at the [corner?] view (Look, look) You gotta see how I view I could've done it for you (I could've) You wanna hate and shit, no (You wanna hate on me) Not no datin' tips (I'm not datin' now) This gun .22 tips (911, what's your emergency?) My guys all gone and shit (They're gone) They did a whole sweep and shit (They're gone) And I'm on the beach and shit Watch, they're gon' hate on this [Chorus] I remember the tank was on E I was runnin' the streets Now I don't care 'bout the streets My guys they stuck in the streets They all got raided this month The cops they on us, huh Don't go back to the streets I don't wanna trap to the fiends I can't have my kids in the streets I can't have my dogs in the streets [Outro] That's crazy Yeah, gang, what? Huh? Free the gang, huh, yeah