Streets
演唱：Smiley(斯麦丽)Streets - Smiley
Lyrics by：Alexandre Morand/Charles Lloyd
D**n GradeA
This s**t off the top
Ayy run that s**t up Chase
You already knew that
Yeah yeah
I remember the tank was on E
I was runnin' the streets
Now I don't care 'bout the streets
My guys they stuck in the streets
They all got raided this month
The cops they on us huh
Don't go back to the streets
I don't wanna trap to the fiends
I can't have my kids in the streets
I can't have my dogs in the streets nah nah
Look at the the pain in my eyes I can't just think about I
I gotta think 'bout the fam look how far that I am
I can't do it myself it's me and my guys in the hills
Now I have a stu' in my house I stay in Beverly Hills
Look at my house in the hills look how far that I came
I don't even care 'bout the chain
I'm wearin' a shirt and it's plain
You can't do the same
I broke her heart on the plane
I'm tired of feelin' this pain
F**k that b***h
Yeah
A nine pack look what I gain
A nine pack look what I gain
Trap he want a stain
Look at the Glock look at it's gauge
She can't work minimum wage
Please don't call me when I'm on stage
D**n yeah
I live in the hills I didn't even make it
Watch when I make it watch how I take it
When I go I not even gon' stop
Pay for a glizzy s**t was a bop yeah yeah
I remember the tank was on E
I was runnin' the streets
Now I don't care 'bout the streets
My guys they stuck in the streets
They all got raided this month
The cops they on us huh
Don't go back to the streets
I don't wanna trap to the fiends
I can't have my kids in the streets
I can't have my dogs in the streets nah nah
This not a 9 this is a Glock
I give it to bro he make it hot
He wanna trap he wanna pop
He in the streets boy he really lost
And don't come here this is a route
I with a baddie not in my house
I took your b***h she want out
I didn't even take her out
She wanna go to Drake party ooh yeah
I know
She off a pill probably I'm gang
I take a Perc probably yeah
I feel a lil' hollow
Lil' hollow
Bad b***h call her Mulatto
Mulatto
Tonight we drinkin'
The motto
She wanna drink out the bottle
I know you do
Look at the and the view
Look look
You gotta see how I view
I could've done it for you
I could've
You wanna hate and s**t no
You wanna hate on me
Now I'm not datin' tips
I'm not datin' now
22 tips
911 what's your emergency
My guys all gone and s**t
They're gone
They did a whole sweep and s**t
They're gone
And I'm on the beach and s**t
Watch they're gon' hate on this
I remember the tank was on E
I was runnin' the streets
Now I don't care 'bout the streets
My guys they stuck in the streets
They all got raided this month
The cops they on us huh
Don't go back to the streets
I don't wanna trap to the fiends
I can't have my kids in the streets
I can't have my dogs in the streets
That's crazy
Yeah gang what
Huh
Free the gang huh yeah
Lyrics by：Alexandre Morand/Charles Lloyd
D**n GradeA
This s**t off the top
Ayy run that s**t up Chase
You already knew that
Yeah yeah
I remember the tank was on E
I was runnin' the streets
Now I don't care 'bout the streets
My guys they stuck in the streets
They all got raided this month
The cops they on us huh
Don't go back to the streets
I don't wanna trap to the fiends
I can't have my kids in the streets
I can't have my dogs in the streets nah nah
Look at the the pain in my eyes I can't just think about I
I gotta think 'bout the fam look how far that I am
I can't do it myself it's me and my guys in the hills
Now I have a stu' in my house I stay in Beverly Hills
Look at my house in the hills look how far that I came
I don't even care 'bout the chain
I'm wearin' a shirt and it's plain
You can't do the same
I broke her heart on the plane
I'm tired of feelin' this pain
F**k that b***h
Yeah
A nine pack look what I gain
A nine pack look what I gain
Trap he want a stain
Look at the Glock look at it's gauge
She can't work minimum wage
Please don't call me when I'm on stage
D**n yeah
I live in the hills I didn't even make it
Watch when I make it watch how I take it
When I go I not even gon' stop
Pay for a glizzy s**t was a bop yeah yeah
I remember the tank was on E
I was runnin' the streets
Now I don't care 'bout the streets
My guys they stuck in the streets
They all got raided this month
The cops they on us huh
Don't go back to the streets
I don't wanna trap to the fiends
I can't have my kids in the streets
I can't have my dogs in the streets nah nah
This not a 9 this is a Glock
I give it to bro he make it hot
He wanna trap he wanna pop
He in the streets boy he really lost
And don't come here this is a route
I with a baddie not in my house
I took your b***h she want out
I didn't even take her out
She wanna go to Drake party ooh yeah
I know
She off a pill probably I'm gang
I take a Perc probably yeah
I feel a lil' hollow
Lil' hollow
Bad b***h call her Mulatto
Mulatto
Tonight we drinkin'
The motto
She wanna drink out the bottle
I know you do
Look at the and the view
Look look
You gotta see how I view
I could've done it for you
I could've
You wanna hate and s**t no
You wanna hate on me
Now I'm not datin' tips
I'm not datin' now
22 tips
911 what's your emergency
My guys all gone and s**t
They're gone
They did a whole sweep and s**t
They're gone
And I'm on the beach and s**t
Watch they're gon' hate on this
I remember the tank was on E
I was runnin' the streets
Now I don't care 'bout the streets
My guys they stuck in the streets
They all got raided this month
The cops they on us huh
Don't go back to the streets
I don't wanna trap to the fiends
I can't have my kids in the streets
I can't have my dogs in the streets
That's crazy
Yeah gang what
Huh
Free the gang huh yeah