Hook
Streets on fire
Streets goin' crazy
All real niggas
First name base
All real bitches
White cocaine
Kill all witnesses
Feel no pain
Trel's verse:
25 to life, I hope I'll never see it
Seen the killer lose his life, I hope I'll never be him
Bitches on my line, I hope they let us jam
Cause if they ain't tryna fuck, we ain't tryna see 'em
Ballin' once again, droppin' out the car see him
You know my swag's copper dean, and you don't know how it feels to be him
I don't really see 'em, I just see 'em in my DM
All it took is one call, from the morning to the pim
Streets goin' crazy, the beef is goin' maj'
These hoes ain't loyal, and the niggas been snakes
It's just me and gang, just us and Ben Franklin
And the label still callin', and the bitches still waitin'
Yowda's verse:
My shawty was no good for me
Had to leave her in the past, now she history
I'm countin' up this cash, this shit ain't new to me
My niggas with the shits, we with the foolery
Shooters on shooters, who I roll with
Most of this niggas on hoe shit
I'm on my shit I be focused
Might fuck your bitch in a Focus
Free all my people like Moses
This Glock it don't come with no holster
I pull up and hop out the roaster
I'm taking whatever like vultures
Back when I was in the A I got my gang with me
Just steppin' and steppin', walkin' on all this jewelry
All this shit you talkin' don't mean shit to me
Put your hands up on me, got this Glock on me
Streets on fire
Streets goin' crazy
All real niggas
First name base
All real bitches
White cocaine
Kill all witnesses
Feel no pain
Trel's verse:
25 to life, I hope I'll never see it
Seen the killer lose his life, I hope I'll never be him
Bitches on my line, I hope they let us jam
Cause if they ain't tryna fuck, we ain't tryna see 'em
Ballin' once again, droppin' out the car see him
You know my swag's copper dean, and you don't know how it feels to be him
I don't really see 'em, I just see 'em in my DM
All it took is one call, from the morning to the pim
Streets goin' crazy, the beef is goin' maj'
These hoes ain't loyal, and the niggas been snakes
It's just me and gang, just us and Ben Franklin
And the label still callin', and the bitches still waitin'
Yowda's verse:
My shawty was no good for me
Had to leave her in the past, now she history
I'm countin' up this cash, this shit ain't new to me
My niggas with the shits, we with the foolery
Shooters on shooters, who I roll with
Most of this niggas on hoe shit
I'm on my shit I be focused
Might fuck your bitch in a Focus
Free all my people like Moses
This Glock it don't come with no holster
I pull up and hop out the roaster
I'm taking whatever like vultures
Back when I was in the A I got my gang with me
Just steppin' and steppin', walkin' on all this jewelry
All this shit you talkin' don't mean shit to me
Put your hands up on me, got this Glock on me
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