CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : In the Street or Streets
Had to stop f**kin' around
On the strip I said f**k it one day I'm gon' rich
'Cause I'm tired of being broke as sh*t
Had to figure out how I'm gon' get it
Now go get it I [?]
And my license wasn't legit
I don't know what I was doin' but I did it
When the fiends call the location I picked it
Always got food on a n***a like a picnic
Always keep a strap empty it out it go click, click
Always wit' some goons that these n***as couldn't click wit'
'Cause in the streets y'all labeled as a big b*t*h
Industry or in the street
Either way I'm good just mention me, good
Or Houdini make that pack disappear like it was a genie
Then he go and cop them new VV's
If the b*t*h bad we'll put her on the T.V
Industry or in the street, new VV's
All I did was get that pack gone, yeah
We might wipe him down hold him for ransom, aye
How much did I make up off of Samsung, uh
I just made some racks up in a bando, aye
I ain't tryna end up in no handcuffs, uh
Know I'm makin' plays up in America, uh
Cro spin 'round your block we call 'em merry-go, uh
How you f**kin' wit' rats you're a lil' weirdo, uh
Untoe by my side like that b*t*h mine
f**kin' that lil' b*t*h so fat, she did a handstand
And I did the digital dash not a nae nae
She might bag bro me and Billz up in a mansion
On the strip I said f**k it one day I'm gon' rich
'Cause I'm tired of being broke as sh*t
Had to figure out how I'm gon' get it
Now go get it I [?]
And my license wasn't legit
I don't know what I was doin' but I did it
When the fiends call the location I picked it
Always got food on a n***a like a picnic
Always keep a strap empty it out it go click, click
Always wit' some goons that these n***as couldn't click wit'
'Cause in the streets y'all labeled as a big b*t*h
Industry or in the street
Either way I'm good just mention me, good
Or Houdini make that pack disappear like it was a genie
Then he go and cop them new VV's
If the b*t*h bad we'll put her on the T.V
Industry or in the street, new VV's
All I did was get that pack gone, yeah
We might wipe him down hold him for ransom, aye
How much did I make up off of Samsung, uh
I just made some racks up in a bando, aye
I ain't tryna end up in no handcuffs, uh
Know I'm makin' plays up in America, uh
Cro spin 'round your block we call 'em merry-go, uh
How you f**kin' wit' rats you're a lil' weirdo, uh
Untoe by my side like that b*t*h mine
f**kin' that lil' b*t*h so fat, she did a handstand
And I did the digital dash not a nae nae
She might bag bro me and Billz up in a mansion
