"I Got The Streets" lyrics
Geek, geek, geek
Frra
Ayy, AR
Luca on the track
I do not, I do not
A Lau on the beat
I do not, geek
2-6, 2-6, 2-6, 2-6, 2-6 (Geek, geek, geek)
2-6, 2-6, 2-6, 2-6, 2-6 (Geek, geek, geek)
2-6, 2-6, 2-6, 2-6, 2-6 (Geek, geek, geek)
Geek, geek, geek
She tryna, geek (Geek, geek, geek)
She feelin' my songs and all of her friends keep telling her I got the streets (Ayy, AR)
She wanna, meet and greet
Keep tellin' me she is a freak (Treesha)
I ain't gonna cuff you, girl I'ma gon' fuck you, baby, you back to the streets (Back to the streets)
I can't be loving no treesh, uh (At all)
Fuck all the cops, ain't worried 'bout opps, them niggas know I am a beast (AR)
That's what I'ma say for the least (Shhh)
These niggas know I got the streets (No cap)
I fly to the west, I need me a gleesh, cause that's how I rock on the east (Gleesha)
I know what I did in the streets (Facts)
You know I got all kind of beef (Nigga everything K)
I got the streets yellin' "Treesha" (Treesha)
Since I got lit, hoes sayin' I got meaner
These ain't no regular sneakers
Niggas gon' hate from the bleachers
They like how I'm lappin' niggas, all this Boomer in the air be gassin' niggas
Boy you better watch her (Treesha)
I heard she be catching niggas
I'm into fashion nigga, man I just came home and I'm passin' niggas
Fuck all that rappin' nigga, bro catch you outside, he blastin' niggas
I don't do cappin' nigga, niggas know I'm pushin' an Aston nigga
I don't give passes nigga, all the opps know I be blacking nigga
I caught her sleepin' on Clubhouse, I hit her once, she a dub now
I used to quake this bitch, I got in my Birkin, she is a bum now
Opps nigga diss, get hit, then snitch, these niggas take all the fun out
I can make BDot hawk your bitch, you know he ready to run down
Keep 2 K's like Barclay's, got a rocket in Brooklyn like Harden
I push a button, no RK, my youngins' will pull up and park him
Go live where I'm at, that mean I got my gun
Twin got booked for some shit he ain't done
I might stop drillin' when I have a son
Lose one of the guys, that promise is done
She tryna, geek (Geek, geek, geek)
She feelin' my songs and all of her friends keep telling her I got the streets (Ayy, AR)
She wanna, meet and greet
Keep tellin' me she is a freak (Treesha)
I ain't gonna cuff you, girl I'ma gon' fuck you, baby, you back to the streets (Back to the streets)
I can't be loving no treesh, uh (At all)
Fuck all the cops, ain't worried 'bout opps, them niggas know I am a beast (AR)
That's what I'ma say for the least (Shhh)
These niggas know I got the streets (No cap)
I fly to the west, I need me a gleesh, cause that's how I rock on the east (Gleesha)
I know what I did in the streets (Facts)
You know I got all kind of beef (Nigga everything K)
Frra
Ayy, AR
Luca on the track
I do not, I do not
A Lau on the beat
I do not, geek
2-6, 2-6, 2-6, 2-6, 2-6 (Geek, geek, geek)
2-6, 2-6, 2-6, 2-6, 2-6 (Geek, geek, geek)
2-6, 2-6, 2-6, 2-6, 2-6 (Geek, geek, geek)
Geek, geek, geek
She tryna, geek (Geek, geek, geek)
She feelin' my songs and all of her friends keep telling her I got the streets (Ayy, AR)
She wanna, meet and greet
Keep tellin' me she is a freak (Treesha)
I ain't gonna cuff you, girl I'ma gon' fuck you, baby, you back to the streets (Back to the streets)
I can't be loving no treesh, uh (At all)
Fuck all the cops, ain't worried 'bout opps, them niggas know I am a beast (AR)
That's what I'ma say for the least (Shhh)
These niggas know I got the streets (No cap)
I fly to the west, I need me a gleesh, cause that's how I rock on the east (Gleesha)
I know what I did in the streets (Facts)
You know I got all kind of beef (Nigga everything K)
I got the streets yellin' "Treesha" (Treesha)
Since I got lit, hoes sayin' I got meaner
These ain't no regular sneakers
Niggas gon' hate from the bleachers
They like how I'm lappin' niggas, all this Boomer in the air be gassin' niggas
Boy you better watch her (Treesha)
I heard she be catching niggas
I'm into fashion nigga, man I just came home and I'm passin' niggas
Fuck all that rappin' nigga, bro catch you outside, he blastin' niggas
I don't do cappin' nigga, niggas know I'm pushin' an Aston nigga
I don't give passes nigga, all the opps know I be blacking nigga
I caught her sleepin' on Clubhouse, I hit her once, she a dub now
I used to quake this bitch, I got in my Birkin, she is a bum now
Opps nigga diss, get hit, then snitch, these niggas take all the fun out
I can make BDot hawk your bitch, you know he ready to run down
Keep 2 K's like Barclay's, got a rocket in Brooklyn like Harden
I push a button, no RK, my youngins' will pull up and park him
Go live where I'm at, that mean I got my gun
Twin got booked for some shit he ain't done
I might stop drillin' when I have a son
Lose one of the guys, that promise is done
She tryna, geek (Geek, geek, geek)
She feelin' my songs and all of her friends keep telling her I got the streets (Ayy, AR)
She wanna, meet and greet
Keep tellin' me she is a freak (Treesha)
I ain't gonna cuff you, girl I'ma gon' fuck you, baby, you back to the streets (Back to the streets)
I can't be loving no treesh, uh (At all)
Fuck all the cops, ain't worried 'bout opps, them niggas know I am a beast (AR)
That's what I'ma say for the least (Shhh)
These niggas know I got the streets (No cap)
I fly to the west, I need me a gleesh, cause that's how I rock on the east (Gleesha)
I know what I did in the streets (Facts)
You know I got all kind of beef (Nigga everything K)
