Street Signs Ft G Herbo - Blueface

Street Signs Ft G Herbo - Blueface Lyrics

Paroles de la chanson Street Signs par Blueface
[Blueface]
Wake up every morning, I'm chosing the violence
Rather use the .45 on me than kill 'em with kindness
Dirty money all up in these jeans but I keep 'em clean
Gotta keep that thing by my thing 'cause it's bling-bling
(Hit-Boy)
Get 'em
[G Herbo]
I was in my block, gang ways, all street signs
Ain't nobody good, fuck the opps, no peace signs
I'm with Blueface on the West but I'm from the Eastside
I ain't 'posed to have this bitch, fuck it though, I keep mine
[Blueface]
Ain't nobody come to see Otis, they came for Blueface (Blue, pss-pss-pss-pss-pss)
Ayy, he say, she say (Huh?)
Niggas wanna beef 'cause I'm giving her beefcake
Yeah (Turn it up)
Aight, that's more like it (Bruh)
[Blueface]
Tryna come through, gotta jump hoops in two gate
Second-degree murder 'cause he tried it in first place ('Aight)
Bitches ain't fuckin', get the boot on their birthday (Why?)
I ain't gotta bike for her bitch, tell her to ride dick
If she not Bi, then bye, I'm not finna buy her shit (Bye)
Why do niggas wanna fight me instead of fightin' with a bitch? (Get out)
Don't play with Crips, boy, play with your lil' dick (Pause)
Ain't shit Frito-Lay, niggas could really get chips (Yeah)
[G Herbo]
I was in my block, gang ways, all street signs (Word)
Ain't nobody good, fuck the opps, no peace signs
I'm with Blueface on the West but I'm from the Eastside
I ain't 'posed to have this bitch, fuck it though, I keep mine

[G Herbo]
And I'm stil with the gang, ain't shit changed (You know that)
Poppin' out, Bentley Mulsanne, got on six chains (Go)
Three rings, bitch, I get change
Bulletproof the Range, switchin' lanes
Super freak with me, bitch, I'm Rick James (Rick James)
All the hoes say my name like I'm Pootie Tang (G Herbo)
I ain't gotta do a thang and I do my thang (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Coupe all black matte like I'm John Wayne (John Wayne)
Rockin' Elliantte, this ain't Johnny Dang? (This ain't Johnny Dang)
Two-tone AP, or a plain jane Patek
Flyin' Trackhawk skat, shoes, shirt, cost racks
Big Glocks, no MACs, no belt on facts
A nigga up, no naps, get you clapped, fuck rap (Nigga)
[G Herbo]
I was in my block, gang ways, all street signs
Ain't nobody good, fuck the opps, no peace signs
I'm with Blueface on the West but I'm from the Eastside
I ain't 'posed to have this bitch, fuck it though, I keep mine
[Blueface]
Ain't nobody come to see Otis they came for Blueface (Blue, pss-pss-pss-pss-pss)
Ayy, he say, she say (Huh?)
Niggas wanna beef 'cause I'm giving her beef cake
Yeah (Turn it up)
Aight, that's more like it (Bruh)