Street Symphony

Tryna buy my momma crib in the hills I ain't readin' no shit I ain't signing a deal I'm with some goons that'll tie forty mill I smoke the gas I ain't popping no pill Ain't sweet like a swisher I love how it feel Never fold my pride Come and slide outside Sparking these lights like it's Vegas Run in your crib I'm going to leave it all vacant I don't give fucks till we talking about payment Nah they don't got sickle cell but I be testing more shots to the patient She wanna fuck with me Well come and fuck with me I don't got time she ain't got any patience That's a broke boy calling Stuffing these racks in my Amiri jeans She said that she love you while on her knees I'm putting the work in go far for my team In a rolls royce truck I remember all the days When I would just pray To see all the money in every which way I've been true to myself cannot let no guard down I just want them to hear everything that I say This is my way Cant be going out sad Cant be going out bad That's why I be gripping my Nina Patek on me dripping water She talking about marriage don't bother (Yea, Yea) I want all the smoke that's why they talking (Yea, Yea) I sing Melodys she sing them with me (Yea, Yea) She want higher love I call her Whitney (Yea, Yea) Ride round in corollas I be drifting (Yea, Yea) I ain't readin' no shit I ain't signing a deal I'm with some goons that'll tie forty mill I smoke the gas I ain't popping no pill Ain't sweet like a swisher I love how it feel Never fold my pride Come and slide outside Sparking these lights like it's Vegas Run in your crib I'm going to leave it all vacant I don't give fucks till we talking about payment Nah they don't got sickle cell but I be testing more shots to the patient She wanna fuck with me Well come and fuck with me I don't got time she ain't got any patience That's a broke boy calling I put the forgiatos on the rims when we get to sliding dog Thats 4,500 the tee lets talk about fashion dog I don't fuck with none of you rats dog And ill say that shit with a passion dog Im a real Prada zombie only pick up Motorolas fuck the cameras I been going outside today I been pouring Hi-Tek in the back of the wraith I might O.D. I might just die today I got your thot in the back of the back She be bending her back Give me time lil bae I call that bitch homicide how I fuck it up 2 to the face need it right away I don't got feelings my heart cold as ice Posted up on the strip till the night and day Im puffing exotic It's all in my body High like hydraulics I leave it for me I ain't readin' no shit I ain't signing a deal I'm with some goons that'll tie forty mill I smoke the gas I ain't popping no pill Ain't sweet like a swisher I love how it feel Never fold my pride Come and slide outside Sparking these lights like it's Vegas Run in your crib I'm going to leave it all vacant I don't give fucks till we talking about payment Nah they don't got sickle cell but I be testing more shots to the patient She wanna fuck with me Well come and fuck with me I don't got time she ain't got any patience That's a broke boy calling