Smiley - Streets lyrics

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Smiley - Streets lyrics

[Intro] (Damn, GradeA) This sh*t off the top (Ayy, run that sh*t up, Chase) You already knew that Yeah, yeah [Chorus] I remember the tank was on E I was runnin' the streets Now I don't care 'bout the streets My guys they stuck in the streets They all got raided this month The cops they on us, huh Don't go back to the streets I don't wanna trap to the fiends I can't have my kids in the streets I can't have my dogs in the streets, nah, nah [Verse 1] Look at the the pain in my eyes, I can't just think about I I gotta think 'bout the fam, look how far that I am I can't do it myself, it's me and my guys in the hills Now I have a stu' in my house, I stay in Beverly Hills Look at my house in the hills, look how far that I came I don't еven care 'bout the chain I'm wеarin' a shirt and it's plain You can't do the same I broke her heart on the plane I'm tired of feelin' this pain (fu*k that b*tch), yeah [?] a nine pack, look what I gain ([?] a nine pack, look what I gain) [?] trap, he want a stain Look at the Glock, look at it's gauge She can't work minimum wage Please don't call me when I'm on stage (Damn, yeah) I live in the hills, I didn't even make it Watch when I make it, watch how I take it When I go, I not even gon' stop Pay for a glizzy, sh*t was a bop, yeah, yeah [Chorus] I remember the tank was on E I was runnin' the streets Now I don't care 'bout the streets My guys they stuck in the streets They all got raided this month The cops they on us, huh Don't go back to the streets I don't wanna trap to the fiends I can't have my kids in the streets I can't have my dogs in the streets, nah, nah [Verse 2] This not a .9, this is a Glock I give it to bro, he make it hot He wanna trap, he wanna pop He in the streets, boy, he really lost And don't come here, this is a route I with a baddie, not in my house I took your b*tch, she want out I didn't even take her out She wanna go to Drake party, ooh, yeah (I know) She off a pill probably, I'm gang I take a Perc probably, yeah I feel a lil' hollow (Lil' hollow) Bad b*tch, call her Mulatto (Mulatto) Tonight we drinkin' [?] [?] the motto She wanna drink out the bottle (I know you do) Look at the [?] and the view (Look, look) You gotta see how I view I could've done it for you (I could've) You wanna hate and sh*t, no (You wanna hate on me) Now I'm not datin' tips (I'm not datin' now) [?] .22 tips (911, what's your emergency?) My guys all gone and sh*t (They're gone) They did a whole sweep and sh*t (They're gone) And I'm on the beach and sh*t Watch, they're gon' hate on this [Chorus] I remember the tank was on E I was runnin' the streets Now I don't care 'bout the streets My guys they stuck in the streets They all got raided this month The cops they on us, huh Don't go back to the streets I don't wanna trap to the fiends I can't have my kids in the streets I can't have my dogs in the streets [Outro] That's crazy Yeah, gang, what? Huh? Free the gang, huh, yeah