Been In These Streets Yung Mal & Lil Quill

[Chorus: Lil Quill]
Been in the streets (Been in the streets)
Tryna breathe your lights out (Tryna breathe your lights out)
Who that lil' nigga right there? (Who that lil' nigga?)
Throwin' threes on Candler (Who throwin' threes?)
Fuck 'round and take me a trip out to New York (Trip out to New York)
I don't need the hammer (No I don't need the fire)
Young niggas smokin' on cookie, this ain't Newport
Ain't no need for cancer (No I don't need the cancer)
I'm in Manhattan, I'm livin' fantastic
Paid five hundred cash for my 'fit, I'm not braggin', no
He started braggin', my nigga start spazzin'
That one hundred ride from your head to your pinky toe
Jewels on my wet, they so wet, they Atlantic (They Atlantic)
Took all the Bape, now I'm rockin' Atlantic
Mama see all of this cash, she gon' panic (All this cash)
A lil' back, we was down bad, now this shit is outstanding

[Verse 1: Lil Quill]
A lil' back, we was down bad, we wasn't havin' shit
Didn't have no cash for the re', we couldn't pay this shit
Marlo keep talkin' that bird shit in public
Damn, like why the fuck you even sayin' shit?
Used to keep dope with the stick where my mans be
Why pay my phone? Now I'm rockin' Atlantic
Made the trap come around me, roll the gas in
Damn, like why the fuck bitch tryna pass it? (Nigga, I'm straight)
1'5 'til I'm in the casket (1'5)
1017, all my neck made by Fisher (1017)
Profilin', get your ass whacked
Don't think I'm not with it, got shooters post up in the back
Came up, ain't have this and that (Came up)
Brinks truck, I'm wishin' that I couldn't (Brinks truck)
Mom Dukes, why would you say that? (Huh?)
Never mind, I'm finna roll up this weed