Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Front Street, artist - Fredo Santana. Album song Fredo Mafia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, SAVAGE SQUAD
Song language: English
Front Street |
Front Street |
Savage Squad |
Ay Gleesh what’s up man |
(808 Mafia) |
Standing outside on Front Street |
Yellow-black Charger it’s a Bumblebee |
Them niggas down there don’t wanna run with me |
Them niggas done they don’t want none of me |
A hundred keys up that’s a hundred key |
A hundred P’s up that’s a hundred piece |
Thank God the Lord for trapping this weed |
Thank God the Lord for trapping this weed |
I said I’m down the street on Front Street |
A hundred P’s don’t want beef |
If niggas want to beat me |
Niggas just don’t wanna be |
30 rounds and 30 rounds |
The clip’s holding 50 rounds |
400 thousand shove it down |
Still trying to calm me down |
Pulling out, pulling out |
Up and up the van’s loud |
Dropping off, dropping off |
Box of bullets copping out |
Work with the working mobs |
Niggas they just copping out |
Dirty block, dirty block, that’s a dirty block |
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) |
That’s a dirty cop |
All you niggas sit there with the dog |
The worst kind in the world |
The best time |
Standing outside on Front Street |
Yellow-black Charger it’s a Bumblebee |
Them niggas down there don’t wanna run with me |
Them niggas done they don’t want none of me |
A hundred keys up that’s a hundred key |
A hundred squeeze up that’s a hundred piece |
Thank God the Lord for trapping this weed |
Thank God the Lord for trapping this weed |
On the corner selling marijuana, Gleeshy in that Charger |
Man we just hit a robbery |
Been selling crack since I was eleven, I’m a triple OG |
Man ain’t nobody hard as me |
I’ll put this paper on your head, I’ll tell my niggas kill you |
And they best not do it sloppily |
I got my Ruger to my Eagle, told my tank I keep my shooters |
And they do it for monopoly |
You don’t want war boy, nigga check the scoreboard |
Pull up in a two door, pull up in a four door |
Shoot you in your front line, leave you on your front porch |
Pussy ass nigga, I told you you don’t want war |
Standing outside on Front Street |
Yellow-black Charger it’s a Bumblebee |
Them niggas down there don’t wanna run with me |
Them niggas done they don’t want none of me |
A hundred keys up that’s a hundred key |
A hundred P’s up that’s a hundred piece |
Thank God the Lord for trapping this weed |
Thank God the Lord for trapping this weed |