Cold Streets Lyrics

14, keep my stick it's on me Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body

Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body

Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body

It's a glitzy party, whole lotta killers round me

I feel bad for anybody, whoever doubted me Cause I stay down, you see, now I'm livin' my dreams

Yeah, now I'm livin' my dreams Yeah, the fuck do you mean

Yeah, brand new Glock, it came with a beam Yeah, I did this shit for my team

Yeah, nah, now I'm Dripping Celine Yeah, uh, I ain't sippin codeine

Yeah, cash rules everything around me I want money, fountains, I want out of housing

And I spent days up in my cell, days I was countin

I want out of poverty, like, who's really down for me

Who gon' hop on out the car and slide for me

Orange tracksuits, to Amiri jeans, yeah I'm ahead of my league

Foreign car, fast car, but it was free Hit him up, NASCAR, yeah, it was me

Hit him up, mask off, do it for free You the hood's mascot, I'm about to be an OG

Wipe it down so clean, yeah We the real niggas on that scene

We steppin' up, yeah We hit it for three, yeah

We droppin' in three I know these people ain't for me

I came up in these cold streets In the crib with no heat

Don't act like you know me I been lit since fourteen

Keep my stick, it's on me Try and run up on me

It's gon' be a body Try and run up on me

It's gon' be a body Try and run up on me

It's gon' be a body Try and run up on me

It's gon' be a body Try and run up on me

It's gon' be a body