Deez Streetz

(álbum: TrapStar Turnt PopStar - 2019)

I had to get it out the mud
Had to turn up, nigga no sleep
I used to want a hundred bands
Now I make a hundred bands in a week
I never really gave a fuck about 'em
They ain't never care about me
And every time you see me out
You know I keep a strap in case they try to creep
Take thizz and the green dots
Do that shit every week
Niggas get killed all over screenshots
Instagram and them tweets
Screaming fuck all the opps now
Send the location we could meet
Bitches fucking for the cloud now
Name bad out in these streets

Girl, I'm losing my sanity (Sheesh)
I done been fucked up all my life
This shit was planned for me (On God)
And I don't know nothing 'bout that bitch
But she been staying with me (Sheesh)
How you think I'm gon' trust that bitch
I don't trust my own family (Nope)
And this shit was plain to see
Them niggas they wasn't really gang with me
My inner web
The sense tell me who was out there in the rain with me
This money controlling me
This shits got ahold of me
Lil shorty wanna roll with me
She can blow all of me
I was running them racks up had to get it I don't waste time
I fuck up a check, all on my neck, young nigga shine
I spin, yeah, I'm racing
I'm rolling in the Matrix
Lil shorty, yeah she naked
Can't fuck that hoe, she basic

I had to get it out the mud
Had to turn up, nigga no sleep
I used to want a hundred bands
Now I make a hundred bands in a week
I never really gave a fuck about 'em
They ain't never care about me
And every time you see me out
You know I keep a strap in case they try to creep
Take thizz and the green dots
Do that shit every week
Niggas get killed all over screenshots
Instagram and them tweets
Screaming fuck all the opps now
Send the location we could meet
Bitches fucking for the cloud now
Name bad out in these streets

And I'm good when I hang with danger
I mix my purple with my pain
J pays so you can't complain
How the fuck you broke with a name
I risked my life for the game
I like weed not cocaine
No sneak diss, dissing to your face
My crate here came with a K
How you say family don't matter
Police came and I scatter
That black 30 come with a latter
Locked up they won't let him out
Bet he come out up there for the clout
How he shouldn't ran his mouth
How he shouldn't
Now you caught bullet
Back wood Cookie
He a goofy, super goody
Why the fuck they dead and bleed
Hope them niggas never need us
And I know a whole killer
But he turned into a diva

I had to get it out the mud
Had to turn up, nigga no sleep
I used to want a hundred bands
Now I make a hundred bands in a week
I never really gave a fuck about 'em
They ain't never care about me
And every time you see me out
You know I keep a strap in case they try to creep
Take thizz and the green dots
Do that shit every week
Niggas get killed all over screenshots
Instagram and them tweets
Screaming fuck all the opps now
Send the location we could meet
Bitches fucking for the cloud now
Name bad out in these streets