Listen to Front Street (feat. Machine Gun Kelly & YFL Pooh) by YFL Kelvin

Front Street (feat. Machine Gun Kelly & YFL Pooh)

YFL Kelvin

Hip-Hop/Rap

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YFL Kelvin - Front Street (Official Video) ft. Machine Gun Kelly, YFL Pooh

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

YFL Kelvin

Performer

Matt Jacobson

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Matt Jacobson

Composer

Dione Ervin

Composer

Alex Petit

Composer

Colson Baker

Composer

Timothy Link

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

CashMoneyAp

Producer

Matty J

Producer

Matt Jacobson

Recording Engineer

Jaycen Joshua

Mixing Engineer

Jacob Richards

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Damon Riggins

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Michael Seaberg

Michael Seaberg

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Chris Athens

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

(Yeah)

[Verse 2]

Ay, I'm with the gang, ay, ay

Ay, we totin' K's, ay, ay

Ay, get out the way, ay, ay

Ay, we bust your brain, ay, ay, ay

I'm steady posted up on Front Street like I used to

I added Ben Frank to the gang, fuck a new crew

Balmains be the denim, yeah, I can't do Trues

He got one hot song, now he think he too cool

[Verse 3]

I'm a rock star

We shoot at cop cars

My diamonds hit hard

Check my bank account, my money large

[Verse 4]

Ay, countin' blue faces, I ain't got no space for no thot bitch

Think we had a spark indoors because we really pop shit

Cannon on my waist, you disrespect, then you get dropped, bitch

Pullin' up in foreigns, we was on our foreign hot shit

Glocks and MACs, they stay with us

Spin the block, gon' add it up

And yeah, I rock out

I hop out, pop out with the mops out

I brought my Glock out

He try to run and it's a man down

Extension on my hip

I rock it like a guitar

[Verse 5]

Ay, I'm with the gang, ay, ay

Ay, we totin' K's, ay, ay

Ay, get out the way, ay, ay

Ay, we bust your brain, ay, ay, ay

I'm steady posted up on Front Street like I used to

I added Ben Frank to the gang, fuck a new crew

Balmains be the denim, yeah, I can't do Trues

He got one hot song, now he think he too cool

[Verse 6]

Mm, I fell in love with my .40

Keep it fully loaded, I can bust this bitch while I'm recordin'

Michael Jordan how I shoot it, hit eleven on the dice

I got partners that ain't twenty doin' twenty-five to life

Had to boss up, pay the price

Fool me once but never twice

RIP, it feel like all my friends keep turnin' poltergeist

MVP of where I'm from, know I'm the reason for them lights

Double platinum when we came down, NEC with all the pipes

I'm a rock star

I got some head inside a cop car

Don't be fuckin' with the top dawg

They'll blow your motherfuckin' block off

[Verse 7]

Ay, I'm with the gang, ay, ay

Ay, we totin' K's, ay, ay

Ay, get out the way, ay, ay

Ay, we bust your brain, ay, ay, ay

I'm steady posted up on Front Street like I used to

I added Ben Frank to the gang, fuck a new crew

Balmains be the denim, yeah, I can't do Trues

He got one hot song, now he think he too cool

Written by: Alex Petit, Colson Baker, Deshawn Collins, Dione Ervin, Matt Jacobson, Richard Baker, Timothy Link

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