Keep The Streets ft. Ashlyne Lyrics

She got the soul of a hustler

Been around a lot of crooks

That's why the girl so gutter

With a model look

Fronting like she leaning on 'em

Robbing and scheming on 'em

In actuality, they fiending

So she creaming off 'em

Double cross

To floss

Yeah, she get it, how she get it

She used to rob

Do frauds

Through broads

With credit cards and shit

On levels that only cater

To paper chasers

See major

Niggas hate her

Tried to chase her

To erase her

Never phased her

You know she know niggas is mad

Before you knew it her money

Went from a wallet to a duffle bag

Put out a contract, and sent they best murderer

But nothing could hurt her

She left 'em breathless

With a message

I keep the streets empty for me

Ain't no one getting money but me

I keep the streets empty for me

Ain't no one getting money but me

I keep the streets

I keep the streets empty

I keep the streets

I keep the streets empty

I keep the streets

I keep the streets empty

I keep the streets empty for me

Ayo she was a hustler in her mind

All involved in crime life

Every step she take she gotta look back

Hindsight

Me and her was like two peas in a pod

Did my thing

Under her wing

Ripping off

Turned into a day job

'Cause see she'd make a hundred plans

To take a hundred grand

The type of chick that'll kill

Just to see a couple mill'

Ayo for real

She get what she want from niggas then she peel

If they cop then bet she selling 'em

Bodies dropping she catching 'em

Niggas say they hungry

Don't believe it

They not eating

Don't need reasons

She'll break even

If that means a little cheating

She said the stash in the shoe box

That's play money

White dudes on top of each other

She want that gay money

I keep the streets empty for me

Ain't no one getting money but me

I keep the streets empty for me

Ain't no one getting money but me

I keep the streets

I keep the streets empty

I keep the streets

I keep the streets empty

I keep the streets

I keep the streets empty

I keep the streets empty for me

I must admit I stayed around her

Even though she was a grimey crook

She had the boy doing numbers

Like I had 'em hooked

Other niggas destitute

Her dough was growing by the foot

She ain't like the rest of fools

'Cause she ain't do it by the book

No casino

Life's a gamble for them c-notes

So every time she got a one they followed by two zeros

Knick-knack paddywhack

Thick stacks

Back to back

She tossed it in her circle like a hacky sack

Then they got the message

But it's basic and it's simple

Rushing

Far from being threatened

They just popped up like a pimple

Busting

She took her last breath

Last step

Nothing left

Dropped her in a fast death

When you hear my feet

When you feel my heat

All you bum bitches better back up back to fleet

Keep the streets empty for me

Keep the streets empty for me

When you hear my roar

Better lock the doors

If I catch you on my corner then I declare war

Keep the streets empty for me

Ain't no one getting money but me

I keep the streets empty for me

Ain't no one getting money but me

I keep the streets empty for me

Ain't no one getting money but me

I keep the streets

I keep the streets empty

I keep the streets

I keep the streets empty

I keep the streets

I keep the streets empty

I keep the streets empty for me

I keep the streets

I keep

I keep the streets

I keep

I keep the streets

I keep

I keep the streets empty for me