Rich The Kid - Streets Need Us (Outro) lyrics

[Takeoff:] They call us young rich n***as, for a reason They told me leave the bando, it ain't that easy Hot boy, but my j**elry out the freezer They try to take us from the streets, the streets they need us [Takeoff & Jose Guapo:] They bust my trap one more time, moving my trap to Geneva Face card A1 no steak sauce, no pa**port need no Visa We f** up Neiman Marcus then we spend a stack on sneakers Shoot him in his face, he gonna' wish that he had Jesus [Quavo:] They looking at me cause' they never seen money Pull up in a Beamer with a onion All Benjamins, blue hundreds Came off the porch, I was wrapping mummies Al Capone, meet the Tommy Safe house, cross the country Bugs Bunny got the bando jumping Straight out the jungle Giuseppe Jumanji [Jose Guapo:] Hop out the water, and dressing in lake I'm talking in numbers, I ain't here for conversation Put some ice on my neck and put some ice on my Bezel Hop out the whip with the mask like I'm Jason I walk where I want with the strap on my hip I got the molly sack I'm in when I dip I serve you some gas call that a Quick Trip Hit a bag for a show n***a that's a quick flip [Tray1:] Tray 1 got a bankroll I'm cooking up crack rock ca**erole I got your unc in the finger fold He went from hustling to smoking blows Now that sh** be a damn shame I got a hit blame it on Cocaine Cocaine cla**es, coming out the rap I swear to God Tray1 ain't just rapping [Migo Domingo:] Yeah Migo go get him f** the club up, f** everybody with him Too many bullets came missin' I got a extra 30 shots in my Balmain denims Whole team got racks We a solid foundation, we just leave you with the sacks Backwoods ain't fat And that's a cut pint, n***a that's a motherf**ing fact [Migo Jerz:] Migo Jerz And I'm still on the curb I'm a take his a** if you give me the word Take poured up so my words real slurred If you want a.5 then you ain't getting served YRN on my neck for life North side OG been earned my stripes f** with the Migos, you gone' pay the price I'm in the trap with a Backwood shooting dice [Johnny Cinco:] [?] Sipping on lean but I'm gripping the Rifa Young n***a I got more stripes than Adidas Smile like a cheetah I'm at the stables she work at the [?] Running 10k for a Visa f** her I leave her I'm a rich n***a, I pull up in creature Young n***a ball like a preacher [YRN Lingo:] Young n***a stay with the strap f** up my check, I'm a get it right back My n***as so crazy and that is a fact b**hes want to hate me because of the fame I never would trust them because they the same Creeping through the night like Bruce Wayne My money in my pocket gone' stay the same [Skippa da Flippa:] Skippa da Flippa's the k**er The trap always gone' need me, I am the best dealer I drop back a lil' one, I bet you gone' feel her Dab on a n***a, whole n***a in a chinchilla Old school McGrady, I stay with the Rocket I got the cannon, make you pop, lock, and drop it You talk about blue hundreds, that is my topic You sipping karo need to stop [Takeoff:] They call us young rich n***as, for a reason They told me leave the bando, it ain't that easy Hot boy, but my j**elry out the freezer They try to take us away from the streets, the streets they need us