Streets ft. Yb Lyrics

These streets love nobody

If I grip the thirty I'm shooting up threes

I ride for my homie he gon ride for me

Living with caution, I can't be told freeze

These streets love nobody

Streets love nobody and they don't love me

Life like a sandwich I'm getting my bread and I'm counting my cheese

These streets got that fake love

Real is what I'm made of

Snake me what I'm afraid of

Heard yo block is made up

We're in the field you can't play us

Me and YB, no one made us

And when we pop out who gon save ya

What, yea

Lil boy is you dumb

Got it on me so please don't get bunned

And you know that I'll never run

Stick around, yea I'm looking for them

Hit his ass up, need a new stick

I need a bitch thats just gon do shit

Niggas they moving real stupid

Until he get hit with this broom stick

And you know that my heart it be numb

Seen some fucked shit since I was young

In these streets you better bite your tongue

Cause you don't want smoke, I ain't talking lungs

Gotta run up my bag

Yea I'm tryna get racks in my hands

Pull up on boy, yea I get them blammed

And your bitch wanna blow me

She said I'm the man gang

I be so tired of the snakes

I think that they real but they end up fake

I try not to make no mistakes

If they catch me slipping, end up in a grave

But I cannot go out that way

So my shotta riding round with a drac

I don't say a word and he go yellow tape

And you know that my niggas they are some apes

Pull up on him and I take off his face, yea

That boy he got put in a grave

Lil nigga you better watch what you say

Cause you know that I don't play no games

Streets don't love nobody

Cause you know that most of these niggas they hate

Streets don't love nobody

If you violate me, he get turned to a strain

These streets love nobody

If I grip the thirty I'm shooting up threes

I ride for my homie he gon ride for me

Living with caution, I can't be told freeze

These streets love nobody

Streets love nobody and they don't love me

Life like a sandwich I'm getting my bread and I'm counting my cheese

These streets got that fake love

Real is what I'm made of

Snake me what I'm afraid of

Heard yo block is made up

We're in the field you can't play us

Me and YB, no one made us

And when we pop out who gon save ya