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Streets
7
Hip-Hop/Rap
Streets was released on December 26, 2019 by 1650630 Records DK as a part of the album Streets - Single
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Release DateDecember 26, 2019
Label1650630 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anton Petrov
Anton Petrov
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Karon
Karon
Producer
David Rashon
David Rashon
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
When I pull up, I got shooters
Big rocks, big Glocks, and the Rugers
I ain’t cappin’ cuz my homie got a tool ya
Said she want me, I ain’t a mother fuckin’ fool ya
Too much bread, can't do math, need a tutor
Prayin’ for my fam, they can’t lose ya
We were broke, on a slope, 2002 ya
Now we ballin’ and racks all blue, ya
And I'm sweatin’ in my sleep
Catch a body on the street
All my demons live in me, ya
They be tellin’ me to tweak
But I'm loyal like a G
Cuz my homies gotta eat, ya
Fuck you if try me, got the macs out
I ain't gotta fuckin’ problem, less you stash out
We gon’ turn this fuckin’ spot, into a trap house
Spinnin’ hundreds every day till we can’t count
Got the bags in the back with a few pounds
Got the police on my ass, now I'm on the ground
Shot em twice, and homie he dead now
I was bawlin’ and my eyes turned red ya
When I pull up, I got shooters
Big rocks, big Glocks, and the Rugers
I ain’t cappin’ cuz my homie got a tool ya
Said she want me, I ain’t a mother fuckin’ fool ya
Too much bread, can't do math, need a tutor
Prayin’ for my fam, they can’t lose ya
We were broke, on a slope, 2002 ya
Now we ballin’ and racks all blue, ya
When in the fuckin’ cut, I’m countin’ bands
When I make a fuckin’ profit, I count grams
You can’t follow in my footsteps, where I stand
Cuz I do it for my motherfuckin’ fans
And they shoot you in ya sleep
And ya body on the street
And the blood all over me ya
Try to save you, now you free
And ya soul is with up thee
And ya momma she gon’ weep ya
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
When I pull up, I got shooters
Big rocks, big Glocks, and the Rugers
I ain’t cappin’ cuz my homie got a tool ya
Said she want me, I ain’t a mother fuckin’ fool ya
Too much bread, can't do math, need a tutor
Prayin’ for my fam, they can’t lose ya
We were broke, on a slope, 2002 ya
Now we ballin’ and racks all blue, ya
Written by: Anton Petrov
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