Music Video

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

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YFL Kelvin
YFL Kelvin
Performer
Matt Jacobson
Matt Jacobson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
mgk
mgk
Composer
Dione Ervin
Dione Ervin
Composer
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Composer
Timothy Link
Timothy Link
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Matty J
Matty J
Producer
Matt Jacobson
Matt Jacobson
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Damon Riggins
Damon Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Michael Seaberg
Michael Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

CashMoneyAP Yeah Ay I'm with the gang, ay, ay (ay, ay), ay We totin' K's, ay, ay (ay, ay), ay Get out the way, ay, ay (ay, ay), ay We bust yo' brain, ay, ay (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 I'm a rock star, we shoot at cop cars My diamonds hit hard Check my bank account, my money large Ain't 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 MAC's, 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 tried to run and it's a man down (down) Extension on my hip I rock it like a guitar, ay I'm with the gang, ay, ay (ay, ay), ay We totin' K's, ay, ay (ay, ay), ay Get out the way, ay, ay (ay, ay), ay We bust yo' brain, ay, ay (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 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 11 on the dice I got partners that ain't 20, doin' 25 to life Had to boss up, pay the price, fool me once but never twice R.I.P., 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah) I got some head inside a cop car (yeah, yeah, yeah) Don't be fuckin' with the top dawg (yeah, yeah, yeah) They'll blow your motherfuckin' block off (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ay, I'm with the gang, ay, ay (ay, ay), ay We totin' K's, ay, ay (ay, ay), ay Get out the way, ay, ay (ay, ay), ay We bust yo' brain, ay, ay (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 (too cool)
Writer(s): Richard Baker, Alex Christian Jean Petit, Dione James Ervin, Matthew Norrish Jacobson, Deshawn Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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