2 Pistols - Streetz lyrics

I'm from the streetz Money over b**hes My hustle over all Get my weight up with my hate Then I ball 'till I fall Streetz, streetz, I'm from the steetz I'm from the jungle I'm talking lions, Tigers and bears When I keep a smile servin' Bout no roof and no squares Tell'em n***as I'm back, back Tell'em n***as I'm strapped Two pistols, ten chain Put a red b**h on my lap And I'm just balling sponsored links And ducking Bloodline I'm smokin' Now on the reggie You ain't hittin' mine You chokin' 50 bands in Louie Get the check, run through it They talk about it But I do it No s** thing, it's true We eating till I better ate I'm selling dimes, I'm selling weight That time, we gonna set the record straight Big money, since 08 I'll get y'all on my phone Money on my door Tell em leave me alone She f**ing up my presidence She ain't got no etiquette, Mad? I won't give a dick I'm busy b**h, tryna get my pockets fat like elephants Young Buster is in it ... to own two millie Jumpin' out that Bentley Ride, who? Forget it [Hook] I'm a street n***a, I'm a street n***a, I'm a street n***a, don't think they hear me I'm from the street, street I'm from the street, street I'm from the streetz Money over b**hes My hustle over all Get my weight up with my hate Then I ball 'till I fall Streetz, streetz, I'm from the steetz I'm from the jungle I'm talking lions, Tigers and bears When I keep a smile servin' Bout no roof and no squares First I lock my block Then I lock my city Once I lock my state I do the whole world, Do you feel me? I've got platinum plex on my wall Halley Berry in my jaws Joldy, fauldy All I know is ... Fat ate but 40 Two chrome bought 40' With a blonde b**h on my leg, Doin' the dance role in Ferarri Forgive me, Lord, I'm sorry, But I gotta sh** on her regardless For a hard time I was doin' bad And n***as thought it was funny Roll it on my arm 100 karat, my charm Shout out on them like armor all Just picked up a new ... [Hook]