b#tch i do my thing give me my credit on my debit
I’m in the streets (i swear to god)
I told my boys, “let’s have a party” (let’s do it)
They just know that, because we made it out the streets (sheesh, sheesh)
I told big duck to kick her feet up, tryna get stuck cause i’m still around these streets
I’m living life inside the streets (living, living, living)
I want them racks right out the streets (racks, racks)
I don’t want them if they didn’t come out the streets
On god on god i want everything out them streets
b#tch i do my thing give me my credit on my debit
I wanna see spaghetti if you run around being petty
I got my pants out the grocery storе they stuffed with lettucе
Waiting on my time my life my life (?)
b#tch i’m in the game, i’m preaching like a reverend
I turn my swag (?)
I’m in beast mode, beast mode, beast mode
My brother skooly, got pesos, case loads
I drop the top, turn it up, now i put on the rocks
Make a (?) x rated, my shots causing guap
I spend them racks, i spend them racks on every one of my boys
Now we the ones makin’ noise
I’m in the streets (i swear to god)
I told my boys, “let’s have a party” (let’s do it)
They just know that, because we made it out the streets (sheesh, sheesh)
I told big duck to kick her feet up, tryna get stuck cause i’m still around these streets
I’m living life inside the streets (living, living, living)
I want them racks right out the streets (racks, racks)
I don’t want them if they didn’t come out the streets
On god on god i want everything out them streets
b#tch i do my thing give me my credit on my debit
I wanna see spaghetti if you run around being petty
I got my pants out the grocery store they stuffed with lettuce
Waiting on my time my life my life (?)
Man i thank god for my momma
Bless her heart till this day
Was slanging hard in my apartment fore music started to pay
Fore records started to play, i was trafficking yay
And if it weren’t for going platinum i’d be trapping today
Man i remember my cousin she let me walk with a dozen
Yeah you would think i (?), f#cked up all of them
Yeah me and my long barrel smith & wesson
Is on the hunt for any unsuspecting victim who got whatever i want
I’m caked up i can go cop whatever i want, new watch whenever i want, a drop whenever i want
Cause i remember what it used to be
Dodging police shooting me, change of time i’m from the streets
I’m in the streets (i swear to god)
I told my boys, “let’s have a party” (let’s do it)
They just know that, because we made it out the streets (sheesh, sheesh)
I told big duck to kick her feet up, tryna get stuck cause i’m still around these streets
I’m living life inside the streets (living, living, living)
I want them racks right out the streets (racks, racks)
I don’t want them if they didn’t come out the streets
On god on god i want everything out them streets
b#tch i do my thing give me my credit on my debit
I wanna see spaghetti if you run around being petty
I got my pants out the grocery store they stuffed with lettuce
Waiting on my time my life my life (?)
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Young Thug Lyrics – Streets
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