Bitch, you know I can't leave, ho

Ho, you know I can't leave, ho

Can't never ever leave, ho

And I'll never let the streets go

Man, I really miss my ****, feel like CeeLo

And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot

No matter what, I'll never tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah

Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round

Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall, run him down

I swear to God, I'm a legend in my stomping ground

Better have a rod, **** catch you in my stomping ground

Better have a rod up in that 30, in that section

We'll murder any second, Glock-30, 357

Could take the TEC but I look better with the MAC-10

I know you heard about us steppin' like we tap dance

And your lil flipper let me rip her 'cause my accent

Told her I'm really tryna dick her, fuck a lap dance

And we got them straps in this bitch like it's Pakistan

And the packs all tan, fuck the tax y'all payin'

I been gettin' it kind of cheap, feel like Meech or like Meek

Oh, y'all thought that I was finished? Bitch, I'm still tryna eat

I just signed my deal but I'm still in them streets

Rest in peace Zoe Rella, why they steal him from me?

And I'll never let the streets go

Man, I really miss my ****, feel like CeeLo

And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot

No matter what, I'll never tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah

Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round

Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall, run him down

I swear to God, I'm a legend in my stomping ground

Better have a rod, **** catch you in my stomping ground

Young **** died with a gun in hand

Mission undercover, she'll never see her son again

Got one in the coupe, and play, I'm shootin', I ain't fumblin'

Chewin' Xans, tootin' sand, hooligans, I'm the one with you to the can

Now what you know 'bout hittin' that Ruger dance?

Put that tooly on your shooter, he won't shoot again

Taught you that, bitch, shoot off his fingers, now he can't use his hands

Bullets goin' through that man, at the funeral, can't view that man

Casket closed, passed his soul to the hells or high power

I'll never die a coward, shootout last the whole hour

It's a lot of gunpowder in the air

Bullet shower, lot of shells, smoke cleared and guess who was still there?

And I'll never let the streets go

Man, I really miss my ****, feel like CeeLo

And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot

No matter what, I'll never tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah

Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round

Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall, run him down

I swear to God, I'm a legend in my stomping ground

Better have a rod, **** catch you in my stomping ground

So much pain, so much trauma, bumpin' Trill Fam Youngin

We get real trap money, you can be a crash dummy

Try to rob, it's on my side, and I will whack somethin'

I swear to God that I will whack somethin', Luwhop