
Made It (Streets On Lock 3) Rich The Kid (Ft. Peewee Longway, Shy Glizzy & Zed Zilla)
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[Intro: Takeoff]
I still got the key
We still got the streets on lock man what the fuck wrong with these niggas man
Thought a nigga was slipping man
We never fall off man c'mon man you know that shit man
Migos!
[Chorus: Peewee Longway & (Rich The Kid)]
Drug money went and spent it at the lot (drug money!)
Put them forgies on that bitch so it can squat
Told my teacher imma grow up slangin' pot
Hundred bands i rubber band that shit a knot
(They say i wouldn't make it
My momma said nigga be patient I trap out a vacant
They say i wouldn't make it
My momma said nigga be patient I trap out a vacant
They say i wouldn't make it)
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I pull up in audi and rari im shittin' on niggas and bitches that said i wouldn't make it
The fuck wrong with niggas that talkin' 'bout me
I pull up in V
Li-li-livin like diddy I'm covered in gold
I run with a tool
I come in your house
Fuckin yo' bitch on the couch
Stickin' this dick in her mouth!
My diamonds they hit like rocky these haters they copy my pockets is sloppy
I'm whippin and workin the stove you stuffin' the dope up your nose
You broke as a bitch with no clothes my rolly it come with a roll
I'm smashin' and passin' that bitch
You fell in love with a ho!
I still got the key
We still got the streets on lock man what the fuck wrong with these niggas man
Thought a nigga was slipping man
We never fall off man c'mon man you know that shit man
Migos!
[Chorus: Peewee Longway & (Rich The Kid)]
Drug money went and spent it at the lot (drug money!)
Put them forgies on that bitch so it can squat
Told my teacher imma grow up slangin' pot
Hundred bands i rubber band that shit a knot
(They say i wouldn't make it
My momma said nigga be patient I trap out a vacant
They say i wouldn't make it
My momma said nigga be patient I trap out a vacant
They say i wouldn't make it)
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I pull up in audi and rari im shittin' on niggas and bitches that said i wouldn't make it
The fuck wrong with niggas that talkin' 'bout me
I pull up in V
Li-li-livin like diddy I'm covered in gold
I run with a tool
I come in your house
Fuckin yo' bitch on the couch
Stickin' this dick in her mouth!
My diamonds they hit like rocky these haters they copy my pockets is sloppy
I'm whippin and workin the stove you stuffin' the dope up your nose
You broke as a bitch with no clothes my rolly it come with a roll
I'm smashin' and passin' that bitch
You fell in love with a ho!
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