[Intro]
(Mari Beats, turn me up)
(Damn, Yak)
Yeah
(Dun Deal on the track)
Streets raised me, streets paid me
Fucked my first bitch in the hood up on the bed, seven years old, ha
[Chorus]
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with thе streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in lovе with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
New AMG (AMG)
Fours on the feet (Skrrt, skrrt)
It's time to eat (Count it)
Bon appétit (Yeah, yeah)
I called a freak (Where you at?)
Then fell asleep (Fuck that bitch)
Countin' G's (Yeah, yeah)
You know how I be (Yeah, yeah, hold up)
[Verse 1]
I could give a damn about a bitch, man, you know me (Bitch)
Fuck her for three days, then dump her next week (Bitch)
Had your bitch rollin' blunts in my passenger seat (Bitch)
Saved by the bells like I'm motherfuckin' Screech
Came up a lil' different, all of my friends was the robbers (My nigga 'nem)
Bust ten million down and split that shit up with my partners (Uh)
Fifty thou-wow, all blues in my Balmain joggers (Racks)
My favorite car is my Chevelle and my side bitch a doctor (Woo)
Ridin' with my rifle, uh, right hand on the Bible (I swear)
That bitch blowjob was whack as fuck, remind me of Blac Chyna (Ha)
First, you get the money (Then what?), then you get the power (Okay)
Yeah, that bitch, she fine as fuck, but she snortin' powder
[Chorus]
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
New AMG (AMG)
Fours on the feet (Skrrt, skrrt)
It's time to eat (Count it)
Bon appétit (Yeah, yeah)
I called a freak (Where you at?)
Then fell asleep (Fuck that bitch)
Countin' G's (Yeah, yeah)
You know how I be (Yeah, yeah, hold up)
[Verse 2]
You know me, lemon tree in a Russian cream (Damn)
Pour up three in a cream soda, I love lean (Damn)
Doctor King with the P's, bitch, I had a dream (Damn)
Bags of weed boomin' on my street just like kis (Boy)
She a freak, she gon' pull right up, jump on this D (Skrrt)
Boy, you weak, nah, I don't speak 'less it's 'bout G's (How much?)
Double C's (Chanel), D and G, or double G's (Gucci)
Nigga, please (What's poppin'?), where you at? I'm in these streets (Ayy)
She a ten (Bad), but she look better on her knees (Woo)
Drink syrup like Henn' (Pour up), I'm in the pen' smokin' weed
My dog in the pen', so I pay all the lawyer fees
Trappin' Memphis 10 (For real), New York for a shopping spree (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
New AMG (AMG)
Fours on the feet (Skrrt, skrrt)
It's time to eat (Count it)
Bon appétit (Yeah, yeah)
I called a freak (Where you at?)
Then fell asleep (Fuck that bitch)
Countin' G's (Yeah, yeah)
You know how I be (Yeah, yeah)
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