Streets know (Chopped and Screwed Version) Lyrics

Grippin' the clock, we on the block, yo

Catchin' the bag, dang, dodgin' the popo

Jumpin' streets, I don't know

Flippin' at work, it's how we flow

Listen online, they get high for real

Fuck, fuck, I hear the lyrics

I was fixed for six

Stealin' down the trappers on them

Agin' on the pole

Ainsley, Ainsley, hoes and me

Sold them for strangers, I know

Dodgin' the dope, I low as a bitch

Bruh, that a tribe, that a gift

Blame the East

I like my club, bounce like

It's these men and these hoes

What's on the schedule

I dance, let's spread, I don't show

That light, I know

That in the back, it's the ceiling

That these hoes

Keepin' free, videoin' them, I can't ignore

The set, spike, my kicks, they ain't so capable

I'm on the lonely road, I'm feelin' better

In the common ground, that's steppin' on the top

And they can have fun

When the man get caught blind, then he can't get out

But now I'm on the street, feel the real treat of time

Bad time, bad time

All these times, all these times

Echoes of the sirens in the night, and I can't fade

Walk, walk, raise the page, but this is our parade

Dodgin' the snakes while we lay the cards

Wrist, wrist at all, the city lights shine the cards

In the maze where we muzzle the dreams

No bound to bring forth the future scenes

We make the rules, no lookin' back

Keep, keep wise, wise

No more shots, stay on the track