Nonstop Da Hitman - Out The Streetz lyrics

[GMEBE Bandz] Look If you want war we gon air em out Might f** your girl on her momma's couch Chasing that cheese like I caught a mouse Drink so much lean til I'm on a cloud Gold on my teeth call it dirty south I might pull up and shoot up the crowd I ride through the streets with my burner out I'll k** for the ones that I care about Might lose my life just to make it out Rather go gangster than fake it out On the road to the riches, my paper route Remember stuck in the trap with my apron out Whippin' up soda then shake it out If we ever go broke we gon bake it out You know we gon make it count Ghetto boys, how I'm living by the G code Snitchin' once will get your whole life repo'd Put the pump shotgun to his peephole For my family, doing it til my feet cold Tell [?] i promise I'm on beastmode See my ballin', ain't talkin' bout no freethrow Go hard, [?] givin' me deepthroat Still drinkin' for the [?] [Hook] Made it out the street, made it out the street, made it out the street, made it out the street, hatin on me cuz i made it out the street, say they want beef we gon give em white sheets, made it out the street i done made it out the street, momma never gotta worry bout her baby on the T, riding with the motherf**in choppa on my seat, made it out the street, on the 9 over east i done made it out the street [A-Wax] I might let her take a pole charge Then take her shopping at Goyard Somebody pray for me, oh lord Don't forgot to pray for my homeboys Bodies are all on my resume Hope y'all are letting that resonate Yo partner there, he gone hesitate Do that round me I will send him to heaven's gates I made it out of the streets, my mom ain't never been prouder of me Not since we learned how to cut up the work so much basically half of the powder was free b**h over there got an hourly fee Counting the paper is arousing to me I hit the stain but they doubt it was me Or they do know and just ain't as bout it as me I might belong with a life in state, manufacturing a license plate Highway to hell got the right of way Shoot yo a** up in broad daylight and ride away Made it out the streets but my dawg ain't In my eyes you can see hella heartbreak Shots fired man down in the hallway I ain't even feel an increase of a heart rate [Hook]