Streets On Fire Lyrics

(Brvdo, Brvdo, Brvdo)

Finn you know you my fucking brother boy

Nigga sipped so much lean

Wrld Tour

The streets on fire

Find shelter

Some niggas really shoot with they eyes closed, we call that Jeffin

I can count the money with a blindfold this shit a blessing

Had to block a bot he asked me the price and said I'm taxing

That bitch gave me mop, She answered the phone while she was necking

You just need a Glock, then you get up on him grab his necklace

Take his watch, grab his carti frames too, all that

My P.O just violated me I ain't wanna call back

I ain't worried about shit I sent, he hitting all hat

Opps drunk, probably with the bitches while they all that

Nigga you ain't got no motion like your tires all flat

Right now they sliding in that bitch, but still gone sell it, it's a scat

Free Flock, my lil niggas burnt

Then when they drop the bag on me I'll have my niggas turnt

I told my baby ima get these M's you ain't gone have to work

You know what you did to them niggas you better stay alert

(Fuck)

Soon as your guard down they hit you up

Here you can have your hoe back I'm bout to finish up

You rockin fake gold plus you a bitch you gold dust

I got on bathing ape, I'm with my ace, I'm Ceaser

My own blood wasn't believers

I turn a rat bitch into a deva, I'm very nice

Mama told me I couldn't rap like that she want me to change my life

I get paid to grab the mic

Money taller than your height

Rafa checking in you know I'm higher than a satellite

Shoot em out and get em gone, never stash em in your home

Pandemic you was wearing Chrome, now all you where is Nike flops

I can't fuck with crocs no more he threatened he a call the cops

I'm Kapital down from my hat to my fucking socks

I'm king of the town like Dearron Fox

She a nat she wanna throw that pussy for a Ganger cereal box

I kept it in the same town that's how I had first got knocked

Nigga cheap he like Jason Pitts, that's how a shorty got rocked