Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Streeters , by - King Lil G. Release date: 10.12.2020
Song language: English
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 |