StreetsHot ft. KSzn Lyrics

13 out here runnin' that mothafucka, yeah, Yeah, that's how I do it, ayy

Every time I drop a song, niggas feigning' like I It's re-rock

She said, bae, I'm finna come, so I, so I Uppercut the G-spot

I done witnessed firsthand, and experienced, The streets hot

Supreme mask at the ski shop, stomp a nigga Out

Heavy like I'm Ross, wearin' Reeboks, yeah, Them lil' bullets is some P-Shots

Nigga shut the fuck up, you always talkin' bout What we bought

I can't even, so I gave him three shots Ayy, lil' Bitch, don't hit my phone with

That, ain't tryna screenshot Yeah, the laundry Room at Walnut, yeah, that's

the fiend spot I can't smoke with niggas in Olathe, they

Got cheap pot the P of exotic that I be smokin' Cost more

Than your car Yo, bitch, call me a dick, well Least

My shit gon' stay on hard Got a pound of the Concentrate, man, that

Shit look like some lard I'ma cook a nigga up Until he bacon

Leave him charred Like it's Fantastic Four, my Niggas get the

Stretchin Don't need an Asian to pull up, cause I got

Lethal Weapon gon shoot a movie with her Like she was

Alexis from Texas KP on my rights, sendin' Niggas to church

Like it's Nexus I was born in hell, boy, area Code, 666 Know nothin' else other than to Fuckin

Flood my wrist Walk up in the booth, drippin', Yeah, I'm

Motherfuckin' crisp If I was a hater like you, I Would also

Be pissed on demon-timin', but I'm also rockin

Jesus pieces Once producers hear us on they Beat, they

Do not charge for leases Drop a fuckin bag like I got way too many

Fuckin' visas Ladies claim they innocent, they Meet us and

They fuckin' eat us Call me Cole Bennett, way Shoot it

Lenduskied up in a motherfuckin' Buick Chillin' in my lane, architect, how I fuckin

Drew it I swear I heard him, hey, and now these Motherfuckers

Muted Yeah, I got the drive, ain't talkin' bout

A Honda But I'm in the game, yeah, ain't talkin

bout Donda I can see my future and I'm countin' comma

I keep my pace, bossin', bitch, I am a bomber I Ain't stressin' bout shit, marijuana

Yeah, if you reachin' for this shit, he a goner

I just play so subtle, I don't mean to taunt ya

I ain't Uzi, but I'm doin' what I want, yeah

Dizzy, said that the streets hot I cooled it Down, so I guess it's not

In the car, yeah, the speaker's knock

Yeah, two weeks to drop a banger tape Niggas Ain't even dropped yet

Brody just got paid and came to me, boy, that's My check

Nigga, you ain't sippin' on no lean, buy some High tech

Know what you bout to say before you speak, Boy, I'm psychic

Pussy, drop the loc if you don't like it Put some Actions into words instead of fuckin

Typin' This shit off the dome lil nigga, I ain't

Have to write it They put the blicks down and Get to boxin

If you violent, I rip a beat from Wylan' Like I'm Dave Chappelle, I need a bitch that's

Straight from Thailand Too many flows, my Nigga, you just can't

Compile it They said he want smoke, I put his Bitch ass

On a island Like, what's all this chatter about Sayin

The streets hot? It don't matter, my niggas pull Up for that

Deep shot 303, my niggas itchin' at the fiend Spot

We left em' cold, but niggas sayin' that the Streets hot