Lyrics Streeters - King Lil G

Streeters

What it is you bang homie?
What it is you claim huh?
Better rep your shit right
Better know your place huh
Better not be talkin' tough
Better catch that fade huh
Where I come from I see ‘em dying everyday
From a youngin' I was taught to hustle
I love my hood I learned the game and I survived the struggle
Hell yeah we gon' ride in this bitch, homicide in this bitch
Send a message through a DM, spend some time with your bitch
See the shine on the wrist, better grind til you rich
I’m on rodeo drive eatin' lobster with my clique
I’m just a ghetto boy ready when the trouble comes
In balencia about to fuck the summer up
I’m the next runner up bout to go and double up
I gave her Louis Vuittons fuck it I say run it up
I used to mob around my bike, handlebars
Gang territories how you get these battle scars
Don’t get it twisted though, south side we handle ours
Free my streeters, and all my dogs behind the bars
South X-V-3 pushin' it til I D-I-E
Better stop front talkin' on me
To the youngsters and all the OG’s (Yeah)
What it is you bang homie?
What it is you claim huh?
Better rep your shit right
Better know your place huh
Better not be talkin' tough
Better catch that fade huh
Where I come from I see ‘em dying everyday
18 dangerous, not too many wanna bang with us
Located in Los Angeles, we always been notorious
Not too many wanna aim at us, we love to bust
You suckas be ramblin' scramblin'
Put yo homies in a ambulance with violins
I been chillin' just tryna win
Lots of weed in my oxygen
On the block with no common sense
On the block countin' benjamins
That’s what you should do if you knew what the gang will do to you
Been in this shit with a bullet proof, rockin' chucks and dodger blue
All these enemies gotta fight one
All these hoes just ain’t the right one
All these blunts I gotta light one
All this weed I gotta buy some
Told the Mexican doin' his thing
And I’m never gon' stop and I pull up all in a drop
Anybody wanna come and get it
Fuck it I’ma do it in the middle of the summer like bang
What it is you bang homie?
What it is you claim huh?
Better rep your shit right
Better know your place huh
Better not be talkin' tough
Better catch that fade huh
Where I come from I see ‘em dying everyday