Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Word on the Streets, artist - Key Glock. Album song Yellow Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paper Route Empire
Song language: English
Word on the Streets |
Count a lot of money, shit, I’m tryna grow a new arm |
Uh, yeah, I’m tryna grow a new arm |
Yeah, this watch right here cost two songs |
And I just bought another one |
Yeah, I told that bitch it’s a one-on-one (Bitch) |
I told them robbers I ain’t like none of y’all |
Dead presidents in the trap, it’s a haunted house (Haunted) |
I got so much runnin' in and runnin' out |
You know how I came in, bitch, that’s how I’m goin' out |
Yeah, got a thirty round on me right now |
Pull up at your house like a plumber with them pipes out |
(Pull up) Yeah, tell 'em pipe down |
Fly like Muhammad Ali, bumblebee with your bitch (Your bitch) |
Yeah, I’m finna knock her lights out (Lights out) |
Uh, yeah, this money got my psyched out |
Why your name Glock for? |
Yeah, find out |
Well, uh, can I be on the Paper Route? |
Nah, we ain’t takin' applications right now, uh |
On that bullshit like Chi-Town |
Thirty-three, Pippen, extension be gunned down, yuh |
If you ain’t gettin' money, don’t come 'round |
Nigga, we hustle from sun up to sun down |
From sun up to sun down, yeah, we get money now |
Sun up to sun down, money comin' in and out |
From sun up to sun down, money goin' round and 'round |
Round and 'round, 'round and 'round, what goes around comes around |
From sun up to sun down, yeah, we get money now |
From sun up to sun down, money comin' in and out |
Sun up to sun down, money goin' round and 'round |
Round and 'round, 'round and 'round, what goes around comes around (Ayy) |
My granny told me what’s done in the dark must come to light |
I recorded every night, now I got hella ice (Ice) |
Yes, I’m blessed (I'm blessed), yeah, bitch, I’m blessed (Yeah) |
Flood my cross with ice, ain’t no S (S) up on my chest (Uh-uh) |
Bitch, it’s nothin' but ice (Ice), my heart cold (Cold) |
I came out the bottom, super-cocky on these hoes (Hoes) |
Beyond three hundred racks up in my Louis bag, it’s hard to close |
Yeah, old money in the closet, that shit startin' to mold (Mold) |
Yo, I’m sippin' on some potion, movin' in slow motion |
My neck is the sixth ocean (Duh) |
Double-cup, let’s toast it, I’m flexin' on my old bitch |
Ballin' on these hatin'-ass niggas, they tryna goaltend |
I let your bitch come eat the meat, she say she need some protein |
They say money talk, you see my motherfuckin' gold teeth? |
All these niggas talkin', well, they gon' have to show me |
I came from the bottom to the top, uh, and I brought my whole team |
From sun up to sun down, yeah, we get money now |
Sun up to sun down, money comin' in and out |
From sun up to sun down, money goin' round and 'round |
Round and 'round, 'round and 'round, what goes around comes around |
From sun up to sun down, yeah, we get money now |
From sun up to sun down, money comin' in and out |
Sun up to sun down, money goin' round and 'round |
Round and 'round, 'round and 'round, what goes around comes around |
(Comes around, comes around) |