Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
John Carlos Ramirez
John Carlos Ramirez
Songwriter
Vincent Charette
Vincent Charette
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Producer
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
Mixing Engineer
TILT
TILT
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, turn the streets up (FOREVERROLLING) turn the streets up (yeah) G, turn the streets up (yeah, yeah, yeah) And I believed in dope dealers, not the tooth fairy They told me slide every day to learn to shoot better He still a OG, well-respected, but he too heavy He taught us money murder happen like a new level And if you keep it all together, then your crew special I'm smoking cigarettes in a foreign, burning my seat leather But I ain't trippin', this my shit, not no exotic rental When politickin', don't talk, listen, figure out intentions You don't want no motor mouth ass nigga as your co-defendant Too many grown ass men out here co-depending Relying on another nigga to go fix they issue The type of shit to make my situation monumental Three of us hopped out rentals, run off, knock off niggas' mental He leave, he walk with limps like shitting without no toilet tissue You prob'ly playa, but can't play us with no fundamentals Games, I fix 'em, pay my competition confidential You gotta take the heat, come wit' it, out here claiming killers Real street vendor, French our trap houses more bitter senses Turn the streets up, G, turn the streets up When the police come, tell 'em you ain't see nothin' Turn the streets up, G, turn the streets up Don't lay your head at the spot, you bring yo' freaks up Turn the streets up, G, turn the streets up I'm surfing strong, dog, overdose a T-cup Turn the streets up, G, turn the streets up I show the fiends love, hit me if you need somethin' Yeah, I got it out the stove Block hot, heart cold Foreignness, big Drabs If any one of these bullets touch him, he won't be the same The way I make a tough ass nigga holler out for they momma name It'll be a cold day in hell, you think that I'ma change Twisting the bowl, make it swollen, add the Lidocaine Even if I stretch it, it's gon' come back like a lighter change We wrapped his arm up with the seatbelt, then we tied the veins They hit the same batch killed his buddy, think he want the same He want the highs to project him to another plane Then when he come down, he gon' call me in a couple days Turn the streets up, G, turn the streets up When the police come, tell 'em you ain't see nothin' Turn the streets up, G, turn the streets up Don't lay your head at the spot, you bring yo' freaks up Turn the streets up, G, turn the streets up I'm surfing strong, dog, overdose a T-cup Turn the streets up, G, turn the streets up I show the fiends love, hit me if you need somethin' Man, I got you Hold up, hold on, hold on, what we say? They been using and abusing the young turnt nigga shit, man They need to hear from that real nigga, man, the biggest You niggas ain't turnt You niggas ain't turnt We can go, y'all Ah We ain't even gon' call it dog shit no more That's horse shit there, man Man, man, turn the streets up, man That's horse shit, man Aye, nah, that's our motto, bro Turn the streets up
Writer(s): Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., John Carlos Ramirez, Vincent Charette, George A. Stone Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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