Letra de Streets - Smiley

(Damn, GradeA)

This shit off the top

(Ayy, run that shit 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 (Fuck that bitch), 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 (Damn, 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, shit 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 bitch, 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 bitch, 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 shit, 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 shit (They're gone)

They did a whole sweep and shit (They're gone)

And I'm on the beach and shit

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

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