Lyrics

Streets hot than the beef hot Better keep yo' pole When the streets hot then the beef hot Better keep yo' pole When the streets hot then the beef hot Better keep yo' pole If the streets hot then the beef hot Better keep yo' pole We got XDs, we got G-locks, better keep yo' blow We got rugers and .30s and lazers too She ain't wanna let me hit, I played it cool I got 22 bands on me, Baby Smoove I got shooters, you got shooters, better play it cool She like, why you always make me come if I can't stay with you? I just wanna make you come and wanna lay with you I got 22 bands on me, Baby Smoove I can't wait to pull up skrrt, skrrt, Mercedes coupe Or I might just pull up skrrt skrrt, with gang or two Bangers too, cups of syrup, you know how we ride Okay now, she say Gotti, Gotti I love you, love you Girl, no, you don't She say Gotti, Gotti, I want you, want you You know you don't Why these bitches acting like I ain't hit 'em before these songs? Why these niggas cappin' like they don't know I'm actually forreal? I made 20K the same day I hopped back in the field I don't like to cap when I rap, that's why I'm keeping it real I'm trappin' forreal I'm back off the pills This bitch on my dick I fucked her, yeah If the streets hot then the beef hot Better keep yo' pole We got XDs, we got G-locks, better keep yo' blow We got rugers and .30s and lazers too She ain't wanna let me hit, I played it cool I got 22 bands on me, Baby Smoove I got shooters, you got shooters, better play it cool She like, why you always make me come if I can't stay with you? I just wanna make you come and wanna lay with you I'm not tryna spend the day with you I got paper to chase, I got bitches to oh I got glizzys to clutch With my bro on that too Don't come pull up on us We gon' blow at your coupe, woah Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, blow at your coupe, woah Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, blow at your coupe, woah Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, blow at your coupe, woah Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, blow at your coupe, woah These niggas don't want no smoke, smoke These niggas don't want no static I got the game in a choke hold I used to sleep in the attic If the streets hot then the beef hot Better keep yo' pole We got XDs, we got G-locks, better keep yo' blow We got rugers and .30s and lazers too She ain't wanna let me hit, I played it cool I got 22 bands on me, Baby Smoove I got shooters, you got shooters, better play it cool She like, why you always make me come if I can't stay with you? I just wanna make you come and wanna lay with you
Writer(s): Josh Mirenda, Lance Miller, Justin Michael Weaver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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