Word Onna Street (feat. Chevy Love)
These pills don't kill the pain
I'm tryna stand the rain
They locked my dawgs behind them walls them drills don't feel the same
Won't leave my knock, I got it
Doa promoting violence
You diss the dead better watch ya head them flocka's gone find ya
And when my bitch act weird
She said I got hoes, Where?
My diamonds frozen tears
I don't disclose my fears
Get rich and disappear
Got a trial they talking years
Henny, grabba and a Marley
Buss ya lungs up with this
Wake up thank god I'm here
Cause that's who made me do it
Probably be doing life, if I wasn't bugging making music
I probably unloaded that knock if you was acting stupid
Bitch keep talking bout a baby nutted on her booty
I don't give dick to groupies, lil bitch you run ya movie
Get rocked with this Lil Uzi, fuck the feds don't move me
Lil bitch better run ya movie
Get rocked up with this Uzi
Fuck the feds yeah they don't move me
Nah
Huhh
Huhh
Yeahh
Word Onna Streets, they been tracking locations
Suck my dick, to the feds do the race I'm Tay K'n
Word Onna Streets, that the streets need a body
Catch a opp lacking, yea I spot em' then you know I got em
Word Onna Streets, they been tracking locations
Suck my dick, to the feds do the race I'm Tay K'n
Word Onna Streets, that the streets need a body
Catch a opp lacking, yea I spot em' then you know I got em
Caught up too deep in that motion, they said bronem was in that water
Tried to travel, but ended up outta bounds
They caught up in that war
Swish gang, you know dey slidee, (skii) you uh hear bout it in the morning
I ain't gone answer this on the gram, but you come around you could place a order
Gimme 40 thousand cash, you want his face? You could get a audit
Mac 11 against that G2 like a Terrorist Vs a Tourist
They amnesia claim they front street, ask who run out with that glock
On the block but you know it's hot, gotta run around fa you get shot
Be forreal
They don't be forreal, y'all gotta gimme props
Seen it change, these niggas ain't been forreal since E Boy get high with opps
Make me hot, whenever y'all hear me spread a rumor, Tell me stop
Just be careful, they might run inside that crib, you run yo' mouth to thots
ATL, he showed me like ten gens like I could get a lot
Too much money, you know them niggas be funny you uh think they ass forgot
Lil bro come Thumping, do dat shit in public, he do that shit a lot
I give em' dat munyun, know that shit be done you know they ass goodbye
I'm tryna stand the rain
They locked my dawgs behind them walls them drills don't feel the same
Won't leave my knock, I got it
Doa promoting violence
You diss the dead better watch ya head them flocka's gone find ya
And when my bitch act weird
She said I got hoes, Where?
My diamonds frozen tears
I don't disclose my fears
Get rich and disappear
Got a trial they talking years
Henny, grabba and a Marley
Buss ya lungs up with this
Wake up thank god I'm here
Cause that's who made me do it
Probably be doing life, if I wasn't bugging making music
I probably unloaded that knock if you was acting stupid
Bitch keep talking bout a baby nutted on her booty
I don't give dick to groupies, lil bitch you run ya movie
Get rocked with this Lil Uzi, fuck the feds don't move me
Lil bitch better run ya movie
Get rocked up with this Uzi
Fuck the feds yeah they don't move me
Nah
Huhh
Huhh
Yeahh
Word Onna Streets, they been tracking locations
Suck my dick, to the feds do the race I'm Tay K'n
Word Onna Streets, that the streets need a body
Catch a opp lacking, yea I spot em' then you know I got em
Word Onna Streets, they been tracking locations
Suck my dick, to the feds do the race I'm Tay K'n
Word Onna Streets, that the streets need a body
Catch a opp lacking, yea I spot em' then you know I got em
Caught up too deep in that motion, they said bronem was in that water
Tried to travel, but ended up outta bounds
They caught up in that war
Swish gang, you know dey slidee, (skii) you uh hear bout it in the morning
I ain't gone answer this on the gram, but you come around you could place a order
Gimme 40 thousand cash, you want his face? You could get a audit
Mac 11 against that G2 like a Terrorist Vs a Tourist
They amnesia claim they front street, ask who run out with that glock
On the block but you know it's hot, gotta run around fa you get shot
Be forreal
They don't be forreal, y'all gotta gimme props
Seen it change, these niggas ain't been forreal since E Boy get high with opps
Make me hot, whenever y'all hear me spread a rumor, Tell me stop
Just be careful, they might run inside that crib, you run yo' mouth to thots
ATL, he showed me like ten gens like I could get a lot
Too much money, you know them niggas be funny you uh think they ass forgot
Lil bro come Thumping, do dat shit in public, he do that shit a lot
I give em' dat munyun, know that shit be done you know they ass goodbye
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Writer(s): Nasir Valenzuela
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