4thestreets (feat. Belis)
See you lurking but I
Don't give you no energy
You really thought I'd give
You the best of me
Don't even know the half of me
Tried to get all in my head
Tryna' get me in your bed
I'd be dead before I get caught
In your bed of lies
Think I'm a fool
Won't get me once or twice
Yeah, you got me wrong but
It ain't hurt to try
I ain't one to play with
I got friends on all sides
Don't you know not to toy with
What's mine
If he say you're my only
He for the streets
Cause them boys be getting lonely
On the streets
If he sleeping with no bed sheets
He for the streets
If he preying on your money
He for the streets
I'm expensive
Can't afford me
If you broke then
Please don't touch me
I'm not loving
I'm not giving
I won't answer so
Stop asking
On your left you'll
Catch me passing
Pull your hand cause
I ain't passing
Eyes on me
You'll end up crashing
For the streets
You're everlasting
Lord forgive him
Cast my blessing
Cause this man
Called me his blessing
I'm not loving
I'm not giving
I won't answer so
Stop praying
Yeah, he's crying out to God
But I won't answer his call
Cause he telling tales tall
Gotta make it up to fall
Okay, is he for that
We won't hit his phone back
If he calls, it's gonna
Ring and ring
Until he fall back
Ducati and it's all black
For the streets
We know that
If they playing
We gonna swing and swing
Until it's all red
Gucci hat is orange
Body, diamond sword
They out in the street
Like they ain't been
Outside before
Black Biscotti smoke
Tell that little bitch
Choke
They out being sweet like
They ain't have the time before
Okay
I'm expensive
Can't afford me
If you broke then
Please don't touch me
I'm not loving
I'm not giving
I won't answer so
Stop asking
On your left you'll
Catch me passing
Pull your hand cause
I ain't passing
Eyes on me
You'll end up crashing
For the streets
You're everlasting
Lord forgive him
Cast my blessing
Cause this man
Called me his blessing
I'm not loving
I'm not giving
I won't answer so
Stop praying
Yeah, he's crying out to God
But I won't answer his call
Cause he telling tales tall
Gotta make it up to fall
Don't give you no energy
You really thought I'd give
You the best of me
Don't even know the half of me
Tried to get all in my head
Tryna' get me in your bed
I'd be dead before I get caught
In your bed of lies
Think I'm a fool
Won't get me once or twice
Yeah, you got me wrong but
It ain't hurt to try
I ain't one to play with
I got friends on all sides
Don't you know not to toy with
What's mine
If he say you're my only
He for the streets
Cause them boys be getting lonely
On the streets
If he sleeping with no bed sheets
He for the streets
If he preying on your money
He for the streets
I'm expensive
Can't afford me
If you broke then
Please don't touch me
I'm not loving
I'm not giving
I won't answer so
Stop asking
On your left you'll
Catch me passing
Pull your hand cause
I ain't passing
Eyes on me
You'll end up crashing
For the streets
You're everlasting
Lord forgive him
Cast my blessing
Cause this man
Called me his blessing
I'm not loving
I'm not giving
I won't answer so
Stop praying
Yeah, he's crying out to God
But I won't answer his call
Cause he telling tales tall
Gotta make it up to fall
Okay, is he for that
We won't hit his phone back
If he calls, it's gonna
Ring and ring
Until he fall back
Ducati and it's all black
For the streets
We know that
If they playing
We gonna swing and swing
Until it's all red
Gucci hat is orange
Body, diamond sword
They out in the street
Like they ain't been
Outside before
Black Biscotti smoke
Tell that little bitch
Choke
They out being sweet like
They ain't have the time before
Okay
I'm expensive
Can't afford me
If you broke then
Please don't touch me
I'm not loving
I'm not giving
I won't answer so
Stop asking
On your left you'll
Catch me passing
Pull your hand cause
I ain't passing
Eyes on me
You'll end up crashing
For the streets
You're everlasting
Lord forgive him
Cast my blessing
Cause this man
Called me his blessing
I'm not loving
I'm not giving
I won't answer so
Stop praying
Yeah, he's crying out to God
But I won't answer his call
Cause he telling tales tall
Gotta make it up to fall
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Bryce Gotta
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