Streeters King Lil G

[Chorus]
What it is you bang homie?
What it is you claim huh?
Better rep your shit right
Better know your place huh
Better not be talkin’ tough
Better catch that fade huh
Where I come from I see ‘em dying everyday

[Verse 1]
From a youngin’ I was taught to hustle
I love my hood I learned the game and I survived the struggle
Hell yeah we gon’ ride in this bitch, homicide in this bitch
Send a message through a DM, spend some time with your bitch
See the shine on the wrist, better grind til you rich
I’m on rodeo drive eatin’ lobster with my clique
I’m just a ghetto boy ready when the trouble comes
In balencia about to fuck the summer up
I’m the next runner up bout to go and double up
I gave her Louis Vuittons fuck it I say run it up
I used to mob around my bike, handlebars
Gang territories how you get these battle scars
Don’t get it twisted though, south side we handle ours
Free my streeters, and all my dogs behind the bars
South X-V-3 pushin’ it til I D-I-E
Better stop front talkin’ on me
To the youngsters and all the OG’s (Yeah)