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