[Intro: Kenny Allstar]
Hahaha, ahh, it's Kenny Allstar (Star, star, star)
The voice of the streets (Voice of the streets)
When I speak the streets listen
AXL, AXL, AXL
Loose
The streets have been asking for it
So let me deliver it
The Voice of the Streets
[Verse 1: Loski]
Tired of all these fibs
My nigga, Y2 don't miss
Why you think numerous guys been hit?
Anytime we get that drop, ay, SD dial up Wizz
I ain't see a four-door come, I seen all of the Fields just run
I heard Harlem's falling off
Chill on your block and I bet you get bun
And dey ain't on the– 9
Cah they know dem times be sticky
Sixty on the gas from Kenny, I never knew we hit town so quickly
Tryna tek away someone's pitney
Oi, don't be silly
Got so much opps, if nuttin's in the bricks then we lurk on a nizzy
OnDrills need a hundred waps, don-don need a hundred kitties
Back den done it twenty-two times, if MizMac joined in it would've been fifty
Now I'm gymin' it forty
Leng ones all on man, get naughty
Need hat now baby I'm bored, b
He ain't done nuttin' since he been bored, b
Don't make sense, how the fuck can a neek take bro?
Dem boy ain't on their block, so we tryna bun opps in homes
Still pon lane that's Gaza no drama, they don't come in my zone
Two hand-tings, they twinning and GS, Y2 slapped both
Three shotguns, me, two g's and Scratcha tryna hit man's dome
Rest up broski S.A gave them a hard time with 2 rambo's
Free bellz my jigga, only Bassy's bigger than him (Only Bassy's bigger than him)
Barber boy get them trim, Olympic ching, make them swim (Olympic ching, make them swim)
Splash splash and I brag, god forgive me for my sins
Them– get it too, drill it if he next to king
CSG push it in, you ain't seen a boy sink
You ain't seen a boy sink, got it on me with a limp
And if you're beefing me, I'll make you hold some lead
Press the .9, I ain't phonin' feds
Fuck your squad and your older men
Cah if I bore you up you best hope it bends
And I'm Loski Loose from Harlem, bro
Back my sumting and soak your friend
Shotty shells I'll blow your men, only bros with me; I'll smoke a friend
Designer shit, full of drip
Man down when that nizzy flicks
Getting hat off hoes never kiss a bitch
Little man got kidnapped when bro hit the strip
Same dons talk a whole of waps and a whole of crash but don't let it rip
Remember when I dropped the fucking shotty tryna smoke
Man, it had hella kick
Team no lacking, K's up if you're Kenny banging
They ain't ever banging catch an opp and whack him
Need a bad one to set him up, we tannin'
Reckless, splash out and his neck's wet
On the O, they ain't come yet
But they sneak diss giving dumb threats
They make Snapchats on UDN
But second blocks where they never been
On the block they never chill
Don't come 'round this shit is real
Two bad ones, baby, what's the deal?
Free JoJo, love shoot for thrill
Designer coat, fashion jail
I love–I love seeing paigons spill
Hahaha, ahh, it's Kenny Allstar (Star, star, star)
The voice of the streets (Voice of the streets)
When I speak the streets listen
AXL, AXL, AXL
Loose
The streets have been asking for it
So let me deliver it
The Voice of the Streets
[Verse 1: Loski]
Tired of all these fibs
My nigga, Y2 don't miss
Why you think numerous guys been hit?
Anytime we get that drop, ay, SD dial up Wizz
I ain't see a four-door come, I seen all of the Fields just run
I heard Harlem's falling off
Chill on your block and I bet you get bun
And dey ain't on the– 9
Cah they know dem times be sticky
Sixty on the gas from Kenny, I never knew we hit town so quickly
Tryna tek away someone's pitney
Oi, don't be silly
Got so much opps, if nuttin's in the bricks then we lurk on a nizzy
OnDrills need a hundred waps, don-don need a hundred kitties
Back den done it twenty-two times, if MizMac joined in it would've been fifty
Now I'm gymin' it forty
Leng ones all on man, get naughty
Need hat now baby I'm bored, b
He ain't done nuttin' since he been bored, b
Don't make sense, how the fuck can a neek take bro?
Dem boy ain't on their block, so we tryna bun opps in homes
Still pon lane that's Gaza no drama, they don't come in my zone
Two hand-tings, they twinning and GS, Y2 slapped both
Three shotguns, me, two g's and Scratcha tryna hit man's dome
Rest up broski S.A gave them a hard time with 2 rambo's
Free bellz my jigga, only Bassy's bigger than him (Only Bassy's bigger than him)
Barber boy get them trim, Olympic ching, make them swim (Olympic ching, make them swim)
Splash splash and I brag, god forgive me for my sins
Them– get it too, drill it if he next to king
CSG push it in, you ain't seen a boy sink
You ain't seen a boy sink, got it on me with a limp
And if you're beefing me, I'll make you hold some lead
Press the .9, I ain't phonin' feds
Fuck your squad and your older men
Cah if I bore you up you best hope it bends
And I'm Loski Loose from Harlem, bro
Back my sumting and soak your friend
Shotty shells I'll blow your men, only bros with me; I'll smoke a friend
Designer shit, full of drip
Man down when that nizzy flicks
Getting hat off hoes never kiss a bitch
Little man got kidnapped when bro hit the strip
Same dons talk a whole of waps and a whole of crash but don't let it rip
Remember when I dropped the fucking shotty tryna smoke
Man, it had hella kick
Team no lacking, K's up if you're Kenny banging
They ain't ever banging catch an opp and whack him
Need a bad one to set him up, we tannin'
Reckless, splash out and his neck's wet
On the O, they ain't come yet
But they sneak diss giving dumb threats
They make Snapchats on UDN
But second blocks where they never been
On the block they never chill
Don't come 'round this shit is real
Two bad ones, baby, what's the deal?
Free JoJo, love shoot for thrill
Designer coat, fashion jail
I love–I love seeing paigons spill
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