Streets On Lock

[Chorus]

Streets on lock, Beamers on stop

Bullets bounce back, leave the drivers unshot

City on my shoulder, Slauson Ave. soldier

So to all my enemies, my dead body is a trophy

Talkin' ’bout trophies, I think I deserve one

Hotter nigga in these streets, holla if you heard one

Know a nigga sick 'cause I'm the shit with no surgeon

And them Roc Nation rumors ain’t true, but yeah, I heard 'em

[Verse 1]

Swervin' in that new Lexus with the shift kit on the steering

Wheel, step, 'tronic, got muthafucka purrin'

One thing's for sure, two things for certain

West Coast, Nipsey Hussle, game over, closed curtains

On my pursuit of happiness, I made the cash double

And introduced Italian shoes to German gas pedals

Like Gucci and Prada, here's Benzes and Beamers

All Money In, let no materials come in between us

I know they hopin' they could BMF and Big Meech us

But I got lawyers paid up and off last features

I singlehandedly became the man in my region

You would think it’s a crime how they witnessed my genius

[Chorus]

Streets on lock, Beamers on stop

Bullets bounce back, leave the drivers unshot

City on my shoulder, Slauson Ave. soldier

So to all my enemies, my dead body is a trophy

Talkin’ 'bout trophies, I think I deserve one

Hotter nigga in these streets, holla if you heard one

Know a nigga sick ’cause I'm the shit with no surgeon

And them Roc Nation rumors ain't true, but yeah, I heard 'em

[Verse 2]

Swervin’ in that black Beamer with them button-pressed curtains

They go up and she go down and serve a nigga like a servant

Pull it out her mouth and she gon' ride it like a surfer

Phone ringin', she pick up and tell her man she workin'

Slurpin', everything a nigga got to urfer, offer

I'ma fuck once and I'll be off her

On to, bigger, better things like the dollar

Amount that Epic want versus what Def Jam offered