[Intro: DJ Scream]
Ayoo Salute to the Streets
We do this for the mother f**ing streets
Ayoo Chinx, A pleasure my n***a
Salute to you for blessing, the streets n***a
The Traps
Some music for some real n***as
Its that CR4(Cocaine Riot 4)
This sh** right here forever
This sh** legendary
And The DJ Scream said that n***a!
[Hook:]
When you staring at a barrel of a nine millimeter
What you see?
Twenty pointers in the chain
How these n***as acting like they don't see?
When you staring in the eyes of a young drug dealer
What you see? (Tell Me what you see)
From the projects to the television, n***a that's something you could see
n***a talking tunnel vision (green light)
n***a had a better vision
d**h threats on a n***a life, well then, we gon' see
n***a talking tunnel vision
n***a had a better vision
d**h threats on a n***a life, well then, we gon' see
[Bridge: ASAP Ferg]
Coke Boy, A$AP
Never hit yah b**h without a Latex
Run up on me
Dead p**y n***a, know I stay strapped
n***as know me
Talking bout the bread, n***a take that (what)
Youngest, O.G
Real Trap n***a never fake that
[Verse 1: Chinx Drugz]
f** a n***a talkin' we don't play that
Aye Ferg tell em' how my money Asap
Them n***as play it like a 8 track
Choppin' work up on the plate
Yeah I scrape that
Hate to see a young n***a do it
Stacking up the money like I'm Jewish
Use to move the work up in the buick
Now n***as spending money like I grew it
Boy
Pull up in the mint two seater
n***a don't front look b**h you see it
Roll up to the front all the hoes want in
f** a n***a b**h, kick her out, Who need her?
Got the party jumping when the record hit the needle
Fans going crazy like I came with the Beetles
Young n***a only hit the p**y if it's legal
The bread make the ends I'll be coming through the speaker
[Hook]
[Bridge: ASAP Ferg]
Fergy, Chinxy
You gon have to put this sh** on repeat
Coke Bwoy, A$AP
b**h get kinky in the Maybach (S-Sq-Sq-Squaad)
Alright Harlem, All my n***as that bout it
I be Trap Lord and
sh** gone get lit when I finish recording
God Damn I am awesome
[Verse 2: ASAP Ferg]
Put you in the creek like Dawson
You blink I hit em with Harlem
You speak it, you sleep in the coffin
Yo momma I'm calling
I'm giving out late abortions
You know I'm not lying
I k** em, my flow is extortion
No feature, I'm muting your talkin (talkin), talking
[?] back to New York and
[?] pa**ed me the torch and
He told me little n***a you scorching
You spit like a goblin
Never stop, keep the ball rolling
I'm keeping it rolling
That's why my pockets is swollen
And my momma eyes is so swollen
Ma please wipe yo eyes
I'm busy hugging, consoling
We hardly can talk on the phone
Because I'm on the rise
I'm busy getting that dough and
So I can get her a new home and
Yeah she'll be surprised
[Hook]