The Streets

Have em slumpt on his addy like he drinking purple lean
All my niggas toat them glocks you don't wanna be seen
Pass it to my bro, all the glocks for the team
How tf you wanna be a rapper and u don't got no streams
Big naked booty bitch I told her to back up
Opps in the club so I told my Niggas strap up
Labels calling our phones so you know it's time to stack up
Nigga think u better than me you won't even pass us
How tf u send sum shots at us and you ain't even wack us
How tf you trynna beef wit us ain't even got yo stacks up
How y'all got the drop on me and ain't even pop up
Bitch come and shake sum, you better be strapped up

Yeah I get freaky with the bitches toaster strudel with it
Fuck around and go eat sum fucking Roman nuddes with it
She at the crib I told her toodles after I hit it
Ice on my neck, dripped out she say I'm fitted
Enough with the bitches let's talk about how you was tripping
How tf you let yo Opps hit all up on yo bitches
You ain't wit it if you don't go back and slide nigga
Let someone do that to me I got murder on my mind with it
You a bitch and you ain't even trying nigga
Get him high now he fried, now it's time to die nigga
Catch him lacking, now his body outside nigga
If you ever see four shooters then it's five Nigga
He was talking to much, so I guess it was his time Nigga
He think we trynna be coo, so this Nigga buying nigga
He was playing crazy and now his mama crying nigga
But that's what happens when a nigga think he untouchable
Young nigga had to up the pole
Had to wipe his nose
Got a new Glock wit a scope
And Now the young nigga ghost
On the gram seeing his last post
They saying "I miss you bro"
Nigga gotta wear his white coat!
Sent him down the on road
That's what happens in these streets, you can think you tough but you weak
Birds gon be on his last tweet
Nigga you think that you king