Street Life (Radio Edit) ft. Youngin Tracks Lyrics

F*** opps f*** cops bust yo damn block

B**** 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 a** socked

If she stalkin' on the gram get that b**** blocked

Dump his body get the money b**** we on top

Catch that boy slippin' finna be his last stop

Finna murk him finna slump him b**** that's on god

B**** we lit up in this h**

Ten toes down we never fold

B**** you know what's going on

Strapped up with the dirty chrome

69 b****s told

Catch his a** we finna blow

Finna hit him in his dome

He ain ever coming home

Sayless, b**** you know we up next

Hit him in his damn chest

F***** crack his fat head

Yeah we gettin' all this bread

F*** lil shawty in the bed

Lil b**** gimmy head

Sun to dawn we never rest

B**** we rollin' in the streets

F*** the police

B**** don't f*** with me

Finna knock out yo teeth

Sippin' h******* then we smoke up on this w***

Yeah we got all this green

Yeah we got all this green, yeah we

F*** opps f*** cops bust yo damn block

B**** 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 a** socked

If she stalkin' on the gram get that b**** blocked

Dump his body get the money b**** we on top

Catch that boy slippin' finna be his last stop

Finna murk him finna slump him b**** 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 s*** 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 f*** a bad b**** rich b****

Then gonna run from the cops in the new whip

Going 250 on the dash redline that b**** going fast

We make it lit sipping on the l*** pure c******

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

F*** opps f*** cops bust yo damn block

B**** 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 a** socked

If she stalkin' on the gram get that b**** blocked

Dump his body get the money b**** we on top

Catch that boy slippin' finna be his last stop

Finna murk him finna slump him b**** that's on god