Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song STREETS ALONE, artist - Maxo Kream. Date of issue: 17.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
STREETS ALONE |
| Yeah |
| Maxo, A$AP |
| Maxo, A$AP |
| Momma prayin' that I leave the streets alone |
| Preacher prayin' that I leave the reef alone |
| I’m just gettin' money, leave the beef alone |
| But I’m out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE |
| Throw up my set, they get upset |
| They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats |
| I’m bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet |
| I start the cursin' like Tourette’s or like Sheck Wes |
| (Fuck, shit, bitch) |
| Two-tone that just Pateks |
| Bust down my neck (Hey) |
| Diamond VV, water Fiji (Drill) |
| Flooded with baguettes |
| Beretta, Draco, TEC (Yeah) |
| Cream my clique but Crip my set |
| Persona money gang, I rep (Hey, hey,) |
| Up the step like elevator, all my niggas take the steps |
| Sprained my ankle, broke my toe |
| Reppin' the steppin' for my bro (Hey) |
| Flexin', cappin' for them hoes |
| Kicked doors, we crash Geico (Hey, hey) |
| Corporate rifle, now that pussy bleedin' like he on his cycle |
| Forgiatto (Woah), choppin' blade (Woah) |
| Speedin' (Woah), Maxo Michael Myers (Yeah) |
| Rappin', trappin', what I do |
| Shaggy Daphne, it was Scooby-Doo (Vroom) |
| Shift double ups, sip double cups |
| Plugs on drugs, I serve, distribute |
| I know she stressed |
| Told my momma I could never leave the streets alone |
| Daddy Yankee with that gasolina |
| I serve reggaetón (Maxo, Maxo) |
| Momma prayin' that I leave the streets alone |
| Preacher prayin' that I leave the reef alone |
| I’m just gettin' money, leave the beef alone |
| But I’m out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE |
| Throw up my set, they get upset |
| They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats |
| I’m bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet |
| I start the cursin' like Tourette’s or like Sheck Wes |
| (Fuck, shit, bitch, ooh) |
| They on my head, won’t break a sweat |
| She let me hit it on her regs, then pop the brakes |
| My flow be gross just like some sex with no protect |
| Shit, broke up with that ho through text, that bitch was vexxed |
| Onto the next |
| I can’t trust a ho, that’s why I sleep alone |
| Niggas out here strugglin', they need a loan |
| Call me Meagan Good, my money Nia Long |
| But I’m out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE |
| Woah-woah, woah-woah, woadie (Woah-woah) |
| Woah-woah, woah-woah, woadie (Woah-woah, woah) |
| Came up out the hood, can’t leave the streets alone |
| But I’m out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE |
| Throw up my set, they get upset |
| They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats |
| I’m bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet |
| I start the cursin' like Tourette’s or like Sheck Wes |
| (Fuck, shit, bitch, yeah) |