The Streets Yung Bans

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[Intro]
(Plug)
Yeah, mmm, mmm, mmm-mmm

[Chorus]
Ayy, told her no clothes in my bed (I'm from the streets)
I don't wanna fuck, give me head (I'm from the streets)
I can't show no love, [?] (I'm from the streets)
I done got demons in my head (I'm from the streets)
Ridin' with that pistol and a .30 (I'm from the streets)
Big Glock 40 with a .30 (I'm from the streets)
I can't fuck these bitches, they ain't worthy (I'm from the streets)
Pussy nigga hating, It ain't workin' (I'm from the streets)

[Verse]
Ayy, yeah, yeah, I'm from the streets
'Member back in the day, I was broke, ain't have nothin' to eat
'Member I was out here sellin' weed, get 'em two for three
Yeah, I got them bags, get them bags, let 'em go for cheap
Yeah, I guess the street life just wasn't for me
Locked up in that cell, I was the only one that's there for me
They know he out here seven days a week
Yeah, come to this jungle where you might get eaten
Yeah, sit, huh, plot, scheme
Really will die for no reason, ayy
Ride with the Tommy, I'm leanin'
I'm with my Bloods, and they bleedin' (Huh)
I'm with the Crips and they creepin' (Ayy, ayy)
I had a bitch and was leanin'
I hit the bitch 'cause I need it