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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sophiya
Sophiya
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hamley
Hamley
Composer
Sophiya
Sophiya
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hamley
Hamley
Producer
Sophiya
Sophiya
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Who be runnin' up the streets like me?
Like Chief, like Chief O' Kief
No beef, more streaks
Who be runnin' up the streets like me?
Like Chief, like Chief O' Kief
Like
[Verse 2]
Like, can I roll a leaf?
I just need another Raw in my teeth, in my teeth
Got the bag, now they all want a piece, uh
And if they can't inhale, then release
And they call the police, 'cause their talk is so cheap, uh
Fuck you mean? I'm the hottest in the scene
Tell me how you feel, if you don't, then you weak
Real bitches only, you just know the old me
I am now the grown me, you are not a homie, yeah
[Verse 3]
Gotta lotta females mad (Uh huh)
So I turned the pen and the pad (Uh huh)
When I spoke what I wrote it made 'em gag (Uh huh)
You do you, booboo, and just relax
Shoutout Aries, shoutout Leo, shout out Sag
[Verse 4]
Who be runnin' up the streets like me?
Like Chief, like Chief O' Kief
No beef, more streaks
Who be runnin' up the streets like me?
Like Chief, like Chief O' Kief
Like
[Verse 5]
Like, get out of my seat
I gotta a million places that I got a be, gotta be
I'm a boss Rick Ross and Kelis, yeah
Bada bing bada boom, I'm a freak
You're a Jeep, you're a sheep
I'm asleep when you speak, yeah
All this chitter chatter, it don't really matter
I'ma swing batter batter swing, then smoke a bat after
I'm all that and some, pretty and I'm handsome
Took your bitch for a frisk, now this song her anthem
Pretty thickie and she bitchy, turned her to a dancer
Talk Mercedes but she push a Mitsubishi Lancer
Makin' money where there wasn't money, turned a rapper
Used to sing on the ting, now I'm in the mantra, bitch
[Verse 6]
Who be runnin' up the streets like me?
Like Chief, like Chief O' Kief
No beef, more streaks
Who be runnin' up the streets like me?
Like Chief, like Chief O' Kief
Like
[Verse 7]
Like, this is do-or-die to me
So don't say hi to me unless we cool, little mama
I'm as big fish, got a wish-list full of designer
I'm a major bitch, you a minor hater, little mama
My baby-mama call me "baby-daddy" 'cause she wanna
Buyin' her everything turned me to the Don Dada
Used to rep Nike now I'm representing Prada
I want more dollars, more dollars on dollars
I'm upping my charges
I'm adding more commas, more commas, more commas
[Verse 8]
More Balenciaga boxes (Hey)
Watch me go dumb, go dumb on 'em
Pra-pa-pa-pum, I'ma drum on 'em
Of course I'm gonna fire, they got a gun on 'em
I'm the beat and the bars, so I'm stuntin' on 'em
[Verse 9]
Who be runnin' up the streets like me?
Like Chief, like Chief O' Kief
No beef, more streaks
Who be runnin' up the streets like me?
Like Chief, like Chief O' Kief
Like
[Verse 10]
Like, can I roll a leaf?
I just need another Raw in my teeth
Written by: Hamley, Sophiya
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