Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Kontrol , by - Lil Twist. Release date: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Street Kontrol |
| Mula |
| Still I be loaded the streets we controlling |
| I ride with Hoody he rollin, he rollin |
| The shit that we smoking it’s potent, it’s potent |
| This desert we toting it’s golden, it’s golden |
| The hollows it’s holding, knock heads off a pony |
| This white in pocket, nickname Andrew Bogut |
| A pimp gotta limp like one leg it be broken |
| And when in LA, cut the top off the Lotus |
| And when I’m in Dallas I roll round with Fadi, |
| That Benz a big body, it’s Mula gang, COPY |
| And bitch I’m too famous can’t meet in the lobby |
| I feel like Slick Rick, hoes call me «loddy doddy» |
| And when I’m with Tune, pop a perc, pop a Ollie |
| Remember the days we would wrap the Denali |
| And sell the CD’s, we would hope that they buy it |
| It’s crazy we went from commercial to private |
| It’s crazy how, we scrape that work and it’s FINE |
| It’s crazy how, we flipping work all the time |
| It’s crazy how, we got them drugs, wanna try? |
| I’m sitting in this bitch and I’m on a perc diet |
| I got that work, know u heard, they ain’t lying |
| I got them birds in a box, they ain’t blind |
| I got The Rock in my sock, Mankind |
| W.W.E, World Wide Ex-Con |
| Twizzy F. Baby ima fool, Another level |
| These other Lil niggas making deals with the devil |
| This is real Hip Hop ima have to gone check em |
| I don’t fuck with Lil Xan I don’t fuck with Lil Tecca |
| I treat this shit serious y’all niggas being extra |
| Ima start calling hands, come and spar with the rebel |
| Breakfast of champions cup of syrup and a ego |
| You think you a angel, get to bussin at ya halo |
| I roll with a bad bitch, I call that bitch Bae-Lo |
| We get to the room quick I stick it in her A hole |
| She lean with it, rock with it, and snap like Fabo |
| She walked in the room broke but left on a Payroll |
| She say «You got that sauce"now she walking out Preggo |
| She know I got them bars, stack them bitches like LEGO’s |
| Twizzy F. Baby and the F is for Faygo |
| She say «You got that white?"Spread that shit like Mayo |
| All around the world can’t nan nigga stop me |
| She say «You got that drip"now she slipping Ice Hockey |
| I just got off probation let another nigga try me |
| I was 14 and poppin YALL niggas was just watching |
| Stuff a nigga in a box, roll em out on a dolly |
| Now the pussy nigga crying, now he screaming out sorry |
| Asking God for forgiveness, I reply back «Probably» |
| I reply back «Probably» |
| I’m way too solid, never had dreams of me going to college |
| I knew I’ll have money in my jeans, if I stayed in my pocket |
| Had to stay down and rock it |
| I got the game from the game that’s when Tune went adopted |
| Now I gotta room on the island |
| Now we in Liv money piling |
| We got the hoes body piling |
| We on the couch and we wilding |
| Now I got Drake on speed dial (and) |
| I hit my bro like «What Up» |
| I got that drank in the truck |
| We in T. Dot like «What Up» |
| I’m on my way to the club |
| I got that Wok, po it up |
| I got some candy, two cups |
| I got blues faces, few dubs |
| I hit the block with my thugs |
| We pushing work, I give the pack a lil shove (Ohh) |
| I shipped the pack way to London, I’m on this shit with my brovs |
| We on this shit got our eyes big as Pugs |
| We ain’t no stranger to drugs |
| We ain’t no stranger to drugs |
| I brought my banger in the club |
| I brought my ruger and snub |
| Don’t get yo homie fucked up |
| Cause man I’m fucked up |
| Still I be loaded the streets we controlling |
| I ride with hoody he rollin, he rollin |
| The shit that we smoking it’s potent, it’s potent |
| This desert we toting it’s golden, it’s golden |
| The hollows it’s holding, knock heads off a pony |
| This white in pocket, nickname Andrew Bogut |
| A pimp gotta limp like one leg it be broken |
| And when in LA cut the top off the Lotus |