Street Life
Fuck opps fuck cops bust yo damn block
Bitch we crippin' on the east get your brains popped
When we run up in yo hood get yo hood mopped
We ain ever fold finna get yo ass socked
If she stalkin' on the gram get that bitch blocked
Dump his body get the money bitch we on top
Catch that boy slippin' finna be his last stop
Finna murk him finna slump him bitch that's on god
Bitch we lit up in this hoe
Ten toes down we never fold
Bitch you know what's going on
Strapped up with the dirty chrome
69 bitch's told
Catch his ass we finna blow
Finna hit him in his dome
He ain ever coming home
Sayless, bitch you know we up next
Hit him in his damn chest
Fuckin' crack his fat head
Yeah we gettin' all this bread
Fuck lil shawty in the bed
Lil bitch gimmy head
Sun to dawn we never rest
Bitch we rollin' in the streets
Fuck the police
Bitch don't fuck with me
Finna knock out yo teeth
Sippin' hennessy then we smoke up on this weed
Yeah we got all this green
Yeah we got all this green, yeah we
Fuck opps fuck cops bust yo damn block
Bitch we crippin' on the east get your brains popped
When we run up in yo hood get yo hood mopped
We ain ever fold finna get yo ass socked
If she stalkin' on the gram get that bitch blocked
Dump his body get the money bitch we on top
Catch that boy slippin' finna be his last stop
Finna murk him finna slump him bitch that's on god
Aye, catch that boi slipping gonna be his last breath
And when i walk he knows it's his last day
I'm insane in the brain and that's ok
Not gonna say shit about me its a mystery
I don't care what you say imma make it one day
So don't diss me imma come back and bite back
Finna go fuck a bad bitch rich bitch
Then gonna run from the cops in the new whip
going 250 on the dash redline that bitch going fast
We make it lit sipping on the leen pure codine
Thats what i mean when we busy drifting on da streets
Street life it's on my mind gonna get cash from this grind
Street life it's on my mind gonna get cash from this grind, Aye
Fuck opps fuck cops bust yo damn block
Bitch we crippin' on the east get your brains popped
When we run up in yo hood get yo hood mopped
We ain ever fold finna get yo ass socked
If she stalkin' on the gram get that bitch blocked
Dump his body get the money bitch we on top
Catch that boy slippin' finna be his last stop
Finna murk him finna slump him bitch that's on god
Bitch we crippin' on the east get your brains popped
When we run up in yo hood get yo hood mopped
We ain ever fold finna get yo ass socked
If she stalkin' on the gram get that bitch blocked
Dump his body get the money bitch we on top
Catch that boy slippin' finna be his last stop
Finna murk him finna slump him bitch that's on god
Bitch we lit up in this hoe
Ten toes down we never fold
Bitch you know what's going on
Strapped up with the dirty chrome
69 bitch's told
Catch his ass we finna blow
Finna hit him in his dome
He ain ever coming home
Sayless, bitch you know we up next
Hit him in his damn chest
Fuckin' crack his fat head
Yeah we gettin' all this bread
Fuck lil shawty in the bed
Lil bitch gimmy head
Sun to dawn we never rest
Bitch we rollin' in the streets
Fuck the police
Bitch don't fuck with me
Finna knock out yo teeth
Sippin' hennessy then we smoke up on this weed
Yeah we got all this green
Yeah we got all this green, yeah we
Fuck opps fuck cops bust yo damn block
Bitch we crippin' on the east get your brains popped
When we run up in yo hood get yo hood mopped
We ain ever fold finna get yo ass socked
If she stalkin' on the gram get that bitch blocked
Dump his body get the money bitch we on top
Catch that boy slippin' finna be his last stop
Finna murk him finna slump him bitch that's on god
Aye, catch that boi slipping gonna be his last breath
And when i walk he knows it's his last day
I'm insane in the brain and that's ok
Not gonna say shit about me its a mystery
I don't care what you say imma make it one day
So don't diss me imma come back and bite back
Finna go fuck a bad bitch rich bitch
Then gonna run from the cops in the new whip
going 250 on the dash redline that bitch going fast
We make it lit sipping on the leen pure codine
Thats what i mean when we busy drifting on da streets
Street life it's on my mind gonna get cash from this grind
Street life it's on my mind gonna get cash from this grind, Aye
Fuck opps fuck cops bust yo damn block
Bitch we crippin' on the east get your brains popped
When we run up in yo hood get yo hood mopped
We ain ever fold finna get yo ass socked
If she stalkin' on the gram get that bitch blocked
Dump his body get the money bitch we on top
Catch that boy slippin' finna be his last stop
Finna murk him finna slump him bitch that's on god
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Writer(s): Sage Morris
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