Streets Cold

When that chopper spit, it sound like music to my ears (Poetry)

My lil' **** ran out of bullets in his stick, I told him, "Reload"

Bought my cousin a Louis puffer for his birthday 'cause the streets cold

Better keep your blower on the East, these **** too foul

You better keep extendos in your Glock so you don't run out

That **** tried to flee, but like a cheetah, he got ran down

Where I'm from, you gotta be a man, it ain't no handouts

**** ain't authentic, they just lies, they can't fool the kid

Nah, that bitch don't love a **** for real, she tryna use the kid

I can feel the dark side tryna come and pollute my mind

If you scared, then stay inside the house, 'cause outside, **** dyin'

Bondin' with my killers, makin' sure that we spend time together

Ain't nobody snitchin' in this circle, we'll do time together

Turn this bitch to Squid Games and make a **** kill his partner

Attachments on that handgun make it look like it's a baby chopper

We finna blitz on these **** for real

You can get snatched if you playin' the field

He a liability, I know he gon' squeal

Don't appreciate you when you keepin' it real

Time to pop shit, I was humble too long

It's too late to beg when them weapons is drawn

Keep the 'za, I'm online when they call

BC the Circle, forever gon' ball

Gotta stay solid, we never gon' fall

Tryna stay free, so we duckin' the law

20K blew, we just tore down the mall

Long live the gang, we not fuckin' with y'all

Pull out the fire, now they lookin' appalled

Lil' vibe with me and she look like a doll

Just caught the play, it was me and my dogs

If they would've tried, then we would've let off, yeah

When that chopper spit, it sound like music to my ears (Poetry)

My lil' **** ran out of bullets in his stick, I told him, "Reload"

Bought my cousin a Louis puffer for his birthday 'cause the streets cold

Better keep your blower on the East, these **** too foul

You better keep extendos in your Glock so you don't run out

That **** tried to flee, but like a cheetah, he got ran down

Where I'm from, you gotta be a man, it ain't no handouts

Yeah, in my hood, I'm the man now

Only thing we passin' out is Glocks, ain't no handouts

Thirty shots against your thirty shots, it's a standoff

He can't hustle, we hit him with a bundle, **** ran off

What's the number? Get up in that huddle and we cash out (Ay)

Plenty drugs, give 'em to my uncle, it's a pass out

Havin' racks, we ain't worried 'bout that until the last one out

Real thrax, they gon' come right back 'cause they passin' out, what's the demo?

And we handle business, uh, yeah, what's the bino?

Money real long, went from bus to limo

Team real strong, got a bunch of 'stendos

And we in some rentals, turn and drop the window

Folks was teachin' me 'bout poles, but learned what I didn't know (Ay)

Ay, Money Man, I know 'bout 'bows, but I don't know 'bout crypto

Deep in these streets, they'll take your soul if you don't got no grip, though

And we ain't killin' 'bout no hoes, you get killed 'bout your lip, though

We quick to let that switch go, because

When that chopper spit, it sound like music to my ears (Poetry)

My lil' **** ran out of bullets in his stick, I told him, "Reload"

Bought my cousin a Louis puffer for his birthday 'cause the streets cold

Better keep your blower on the East, these **** too foul

You better keep extendos in your Glock so you don't run out

That **** tried to flee, but like a cheetah, he got ran down

Where I'm from, you gotta be a man, it ain't no handouts