Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Streets, artist - Blac Youngsta. Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Streets |
| Hard times don’t last, shoulda seen what I made |
| Were you just laughin'? |
| How the fuck you in the brave? |
| Everybody ain’t real, had to learn that from my brother |
| Frontin' on when I’m up, say I’m smilin' when I’m strugglin' |
| I been up, doin' good or down, doin' bad |
| From the same hitta, forever gon' get my last |
| I been livin' through the same old things |
| Killin' all them same gold chains |
| I ain’t cry, bro, since you got killed |
| Like how the fuck is you not here |
| Double down on me |
| Watch my come up with that cheese |
| I swear I still get them beans in |
| You found me like this, I don’t need friends |
| They told me if I trained, then it’s only me |
| The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets) |
| The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope) |
| The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most) |
| Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (Bro) |
| Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store) |
| Ain’t no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke) |
| Ain’t no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah |
| Catch that boy in traffic, semi-automatic |
| You might call the caddy but I call the baddy |
| Big Blood shit, shoot 'em in the attic |
| No love shit, shoot a nigga daddy |
| I’m a gangster, you gotta watch me |
| Nigga tryna B.I.G., 'Pac me |
| I’m a real nigga, I kill 'em |
| Knock scene on the front street, can’t stop me |
| Beat my case but the feds dock me |
| I ain’t dumb, I know them niggas wanna take me out |
| But they can’t rock me |
| I’ma keep applyin' pressure on you pussy niggas 'cause y’all can’t stop me |
| Told momma, «It's alright, I’ma be fine, I know God got me» |
| And my bitch upset I ain’t comin' home, she just wanna sock me (Yeah) |
| (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah) |
| I’ma start a riot (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah) |
| Killers, they outside (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah) |
| Don’t be surprised (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah) |
| I been livin' through the same old things (Kickin' with the guys) |
| Killin' all them same gold chains |
| I ain’t cry, bro, since you got killed |
| Like how the fuck is you not here |
| Double down on me |
| Watch my come up with that cheese |
| I swear I still get the beans |
| You found me like this, I don’t need friends |
| They told me if I trained, then it’s only me |
| Moncler coat comin' twenty-five hunnid |
| Choppa got a drum on it |
| Supreme dirt bike comin' thirty-somethin' racks |
| But fuck it, my son want it |
| Game shit, I been on it |
| I’ma real hustler, make it look good, don’t it? |
| I don’t fuck with no broke niggas (Nah) |
| I ain’t throwin' no smoke, nigga (Never) |
| Whoever want it, they could get it |
| Four hunnid shots, make 'em feel it (Brrt) |
| It’s four deep, a hunnid shots piece |
| A million put up for the bond (Frrp) |
| We fightin' the case 'til my niggas free |
| It’s three letters (CMG) |
| Fuck niggas shoulda knew better (Knew better) |
| This Drac' hit whoever |
| We take smoke to a new level |
| They like, «Gotti, you rich, do better"(Do better) |
| I tried, but niggas won’t let us (Tried) |
| These pussies, they playin', they jealous (For real) |
| Now I can’t turn my back on the fellas (Can't) |
| Street nigga, cold-hearted (I am) |
| I lost my feelings on Garland (Did) |
| We were thuggin' out the apartments (We was) |
| Know, in Memphis, where it started (Yuh, on God) |
| The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets) |
| The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope) |
| The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most) |
| Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (Bro) |
| Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store) |
| Ain’t no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke) |
| Ain’t no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah |
| I been livin' through the same old things |
| Killin' all them same gold chains |
| I ain’t cry, bro, since you got killed |
| Like how the fuck is you not here |
| Double down on me |
| Watch my come up with that cheese |
| I swear I still get them beans in |
| You found me like this, I don’t need friends |
| They told me if I trained, then it’s only me |