Streets Want Me (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) When you pop, that's when they want you (want you) You turn your head, they gon' dome you (dome you) Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) It's crazy how the streets want me (want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (the streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (the streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (to the streets) They want me, I'm signed to the streets (let's get it) Grew my dreads back, label me a menace She want Xanax, gotta swallow penis You ain't no bag yet, you ain't got no 50s, that's them drums Them stripper hoes gon' talk about you if you don't throw no ones I'ma keep a couple of mine 'cause we don't throw no guns How the fuck you gon' go to war with me when you ain't got no funds Shit get risky with you when you ain't got no conscience You should see that AP face, I got it polished Pour up syrup Serve on the first Swerve in the vert, put Rollie The money is first Ain't doing no verse Lil B give 'em the curse Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) When you pop, that's when they want you (want you) You turn your head, they gon' dome you (dome you) Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) It's crazy how the streets want me (want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (the streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (the streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (to the streets) They want me, I'm signed to the streets (let's get it) I don't got goons, I got hitters I'm with some dope boys and some killers, yeah She act petty when I don't feel her I cut her off like the umbilical (what's that?) Cord The kushy that I'm blowing, it hit hard like Floyd I come from the trenches, now I'm making noise The streets love me, they know I keep that heat The streets signed me, I got what they need (federal) They wasn't lettin' no cut on it Glock 19, it's tucked on me Caught you, so I clutch on it Told my plug to rush on it Fly paper, she stuck on me She want a Birkin bag She pulled up in a purple Jag Bumpin' Durk and Bagg Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) When you pop, that's when they want you (want you) You turn your head, they gon' dome you (dome you) Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) It's crazy how the streets want me (want me)