Streets On Lock (Remix)

[Intro] Yeah, ha ha I told ya Hot Dollar Yeah [Chorus: Hot Dollar] I told you I had the streets on lock, on lock Two steppin' with my hand on my Glock, hey I told you I had the streets on lock, on lock Two steppin' with my hand on my Glock, hey [Verse 1: Hot Dollar] Ok the kid is back Ay I run rap can you run w that I’m back in the club fo 5th w the beam on it Been outside I spent a lil green on it I blew up like you thought I would I didn’t change like they thought I would Got the whole city on lock w just one beat Rest in Peace all eyes on me DJs love me, haters mean mug me What more can I say? I pop bubbly Call XXL, the Source, & the Vibe & tell them Hot Dolla the best rapper alive Beef w you know who but I ain’t runnin Old n****s washed up lookin like Al Bundy N**** I’m So So Def, I’m so so active I stay in Hollywood fuckin your favorite actress [Chorus: Hot Dollar] I told you I had the streets on lock, on lock Two steppin' with my hand on my Glock, hey I told you I had the streets on lock, on lock Two steppin' with my hand on my Glock, hey [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Picture me picture perfect Bitches takin my picture Put Pirellis on the Beamer, them killas comin to getchya Block Dollas getchya dough right, hot Dollas getchya mo ice Ain’t no comparin, McLarin, my music blarin’ They [?] & it’s apparent Parents don’t understand bout 20 carats on my hand High definition stones ya homes there’s no comparin I’m oh so fresh, this So So Def I’m on my coat shit till it’s no mo left [?] Pimp made a strip w the game Look bitch I’m rich needa strip for the plane [Chorus: Hot Dollar] I told you I had the streets on lock, on lock Two steppin' with my hand on my Glock, hey I told you I had the streets on lock, on lock Two steppin' with my hand on my Glock, hey [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Gotta russian army rifle In my Gucci knapsack Drop top lambo pre-shaded let’s go Why trap I rap why ya make big cap Extra grams, extra stacks, bet I’ll make my money back Got a red wife beater so I’m showin off my tats And my trap like a pawn shop it’s got a lot of straps I’m a street n**** dog I just love myself I can’t hear no pussy n**** cause I’m So So Def So icey! How bout chyou? Red & chrome [?] It’s the rims piru My mind offset & my wheels is too When I stop at the light pussy everythang move So icey CEO plug I need a hunnid mo Gassin n****s up you can call me shawty Amoco Used to trap at Texaco standin at the five way Smell bubba kush when ya pull in the driveway [Chorus: Hot Dollar] I told you I had the streets on lock, on lock Two steppin' with my hand on my Glock, hey I told you I had the streets on lock, on lock Two steppin' with my hand on my Glock, hey