Lyrics:
Juice the capo
On the fucking mic man
It's Issa Gold here man, you know
UA shit, Beast Coast shit, three time move
My nigga shoutout my nigga Big Tigger
verse 1
comin straight from da west coast killin field
its the bone coloeone pimpin keep it real
ya know the deal
corn braids in a thug appeal
street
at night with torch lights
Verse 2:
3 wishes granted by the genie in the bottle
Cause I plucked it with my index I thought that it was hollow
Give me
like dolph lungdren
Drugs are everywhere, cheaper by the dozen
I'm the avatar in any element
The wolf of Wall Street on sedatives
I only like the win so
You dropped some of that cotton by your feet nigga
Oh you a slave huh, well I'ma street nigga
Level up before the streets get you, literally
Tiffany
rid of the toxins I'm all in
Small town with the heat like a oven
Still a hundred and three at sunset
You suspect if you sweating
They'll smell your
in the section, know I'm there to ride,
But put our heads together something other then the streets tho
I'm saying I love it too, but can't be living
Alright Hold Up!!!! Wait a second listen!
I peel your cap back with a cannon ball,
I buck 'em all fuck 'em all we standin' tall woooo....
Three 6
niggaz thrive
And lame motherfuckers can barely survive
[Verse 1]
One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch
Took a shower dried off brushed the gold
than gold, stax,
Keep it here
Cuttin them tracks, relax
Pop them fingers, play it barkays
Jumpback baby
Soul gotcha crazy
Cold feet thanks
For the groove
This shit is bonafide
In my blood I swear I'm born to ride
Never thought I'd see the day the street the code would die
Sho' ya right
She might love
If your feet be the pen and the streets your pad
Write the best damn story ever known to man
Just please don't ever ever stop and do the best you can
Man these streets don't love nobody
I already knew that shit but that shit just hit different
When a nigga you used to fuck with tough cross you
Same
Raised by the streets where shit ain't sweet
Life gets bitter before you get richer
That's what the ghetto said when it spoke to me
Can't let it take
Been catching fags, I'ma stay earning shites
Mafia everything, part of blunt gold Just like a redneck, I'm a real B-Street
Lil' ass to the low, you
cooling by the Chesapeake
You hot as Tuscan
I don't start shit, I play defense
Hit you like Two One
Burgundy and Gold nigga
Let it be known I'm a Go Getter
and mc?s roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I?d be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
Unconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
with words well adored now they can't
Outkasted and claiming true
Aiming two at your motherfucking spine
No, I make that three cause I don't wanna hear you whine
Swine, got my folks blind, like
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
of dough, ran the streets for so long
Man, the team was so on
Damn it seem like so long ago
We had 'em in Mexico
He tryna' make it back, three bricks more
I got the key to the streets
I got the key to the safe
He wanna see what I'm selling
I put the key in his face
I just got back from the dealer
I got
growin' like eight fold, uh
You know how I hate goals
I can't tell if they turning green from the envy, or is it the fake gold? (Uh)
I move through
that to the side, yeah
(It's lit)
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
7-1-3 through the 2-8-1, yeah, I'm ridin'
Why they on me?
Why they on me? I'm
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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