Street Life ft. Youngin Trackss Lyrics

Fuck opps fuck cops bust yo damn block

Bitch we crippin' on the east get your brains popped

When we run up in yo hood get yo hood mopped

We ain ever fold finna get yo ass socked

If she stalkin' on the gram get that bitch blocked

Dump his body get the money bitch we on top

Catch that boy slippin' finna be his last stop

Finna murk him finna slump him bitch that's on god

Bitch we lit up in this hoe

Ten toes down we never fold

Bitch you know what's going on

Strapped up with the dirty chrome

69 bitch's told

Catch his ass we finna blow

Finna hit him in his dome

He ain ever coming home

Sayless, bitch you know we up next

Hit him in his damn chest

Fuckin' crack his fat head

Yeah we gettin' all this bread

Fuck lil shawty in the bed

Lil bitch gimmy head

Sun to dawn we never rest

Bitch we rollin' in the streets

Fuck the police

Bitch don't fuck with me

Finna knock out yo teeth

Sippin' hennessy then we smoke up on this weed

Yeah we got all this green

Yeah we got all this green, yeah we

Fuck opps fuck cops bust yo damn block

Bitch we crippin' on the east get your brains popped

When we run up in yo hood get yo hood mopped

We ain ever fold finna get yo ass socked

If she stalkin' on the gram get that bitch blocked

Dump his body get the money bitch we on top

Catch that boy slippin' finna be his last stop

Finna murk him finna slump him bitch that's on god

Aye, catch that boi slipping gonna be his last breath

And when i walk he knows it's his last day

I'm insane in the brain and that's ok

Not gonna say shit about me its a mystery

I don't care what you say imma make it one day

So don't diss me imma come back and bite back

Finna go fuck a bad bitch rich bitch

Then gonna run from the cops in the new whip

going 250 on the dash redline that bitch going fast

We make it lit sipping on the leen pure codine

Thats what i mean when we busy drifting on da streets

Street life it's on my mind gonna get cash from this grind

Street life it's on my mind gonna get cash from this grind, Aye

Fuck opps fuck cops bust yo damn block

Bitch we crippin' on the east get your brains popped

When we run up in yo hood get yo hood mopped

We ain ever fold finna get yo ass socked

If she stalkin' on the gram get that bitch blocked

Dump his body get the money bitch we on top

Catch that boy slippin' finna be his last stop

Finna murk him finna slump him bitch that's on god