NotInTheStreets!
Ridin' fast, on the bike, you know I'm gonna switch these lanes
I be too turned up off that gas and a little drank
Niggas like to glaze for clout, but I don't like to play those games
Smart bitch, she teach me in school, she give me knowledge brain
Not a rat, but I'm gon stack my cheddar, gotta stack my cheese
Smoke a blunt, chillin' on the beach, you know I feel the breeze
I'm not in the streets, but you know that I still got the keys
I'm not in the streets, but you know I got my nine with me
In the stu, every day to fuck with me it cost a fee,
Niggas talk that shit, it piss me off until I smoke some tree
Off that backwood, with my nigga, he gon roll that leaf
Off that backwood, smokin' loud, niggas smokin' keef
I be cookin' hits, that's why they be callin' me the chef
Loyal bitch, she make sure I'm right when life start to go left
I be fuckin' stressed, I be smokin' gas to ease the pain
I be tryna stack up all this bread so I can make it rain
Ridin' fast, on the bike, you know I'm gonna switch these lanes
I be too turned up off that gas and a little drank
Niggas like to glaze for clout, but I don't like to play those games
Smart bitch, she teach me in school, she give me knowledge brain
Not a rat, but I'm gon stack my cheddar, gotta stack my cheese
Smoke a blunt, chillin' on the beach, you know I feel the breeze
I'm not in the streets, but you know that I still got the keys
I'm not in the streets, but you know I got my nine with me
I be too turned up off that gas and a little drank
Niggas like to glaze for clout, but I don't like to play those games
Smart bitch, she teach me in school, she give me knowledge brain
Not a rat, but I'm gon stack my cheddar, gotta stack my cheese
Smoke a blunt, chillin' on the beach, you know I feel the breeze
I'm not in the streets, but you know that I still got the keys
I'm not in the streets, but you know I got my nine with me
In the stu, every day to fuck with me it cost a fee,
Niggas talk that shit, it piss me off until I smoke some tree
Off that backwood, with my nigga, he gon roll that leaf
Off that backwood, smokin' loud, niggas smokin' keef
I be cookin' hits, that's why they be callin' me the chef
Loyal bitch, she make sure I'm right when life start to go left
I be fuckin' stressed, I be smokin' gas to ease the pain
I be tryna stack up all this bread so I can make it rain
Ridin' fast, on the bike, you know I'm gonna switch these lanes
I be too turned up off that gas and a little drank
Niggas like to glaze for clout, but I don't like to play those games
Smart bitch, she teach me in school, she give me knowledge brain
Not a rat, but I'm gon stack my cheddar, gotta stack my cheese
Smoke a blunt, chillin' on the beach, you know I feel the breeze
I'm not in the streets, but you know that I still got the keys
I'm not in the streets, but you know I got my nine with me
Credits
Writer(s): Corey Bowman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.