Smiley - Streets Lyrics
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    Streets

    [Intro]
    (Damn, GradeA)
    This shit off the top
    (Ayy, run that shit up, Chase)
    You already knew that
    Yeah, yeah

    [Chorus]
    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

    [Verse 1]
    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 еven care 'bout the chain
    I'm wеarin' 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

    [Chorus]
    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

    [Verse 2]
    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

    [Chorus]
    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

    [Outro]
    That's crazy
    Yeah, gang, what? Huh?
    Free the gang, huh, yeah

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