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Smiley - Streets Lyrics

Streets Lyrics[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 at 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
I whip up a nine pack, look what I gain
(I whip up a nine pack, look what I gain)
I want him in 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'm 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
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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 our route
I'm 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 the 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' Moscato (Yeah)
Leavin' you dead been the model (It is)
She wanna drink out the bottle (I know you do)
Look at the [corner?] 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)
Not no datin' tips (I'm not datin' now)
This gun .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