Jose Guapo, Migos, Domingo, Migo JerZ, Johnny Cinco, YRN Lingo, Skippa Da Flippa - Streets Need Us (Outro) lyrics
[Jose Guapo, Migos, Domingo, Migo JerZ, Johnny Cinco, YRN Lingo, Skippa Da Flippa - Streets Need Us Outro lyrics]
They call us young rich niggas, for a reason
They told me leave the bando
It ain't that easy
Hot boy, but my jewelry out the freezer
They try to take us from the streets
The streets they need us
They bust my trap one more time
Moving my trap to Geneva
Face card A1 no steak sauce
No passport need no Visa
We fuck up Neiman Marcus
We spend a stack on sneakers
Shoot him in his face
He gonna' wish that he had Jesus
They looking at me cause'
They never seen money
Pull up in a Beamer with a onion
All Benjamins, blue hundreds
Came off the porch, I was wrapping mummies
Al Capone, meet the Tommy
Safe house, cross the country
Bugs Bunny got the bando jumping
Straight out the jungle, Giuseppe Jumanji
Hop out the whip and I'm
Dressed in the latest i'm talking numbers
I ain't here for conversation
Put some ice on my neck and
Put some ice on my Bezel
Hop out the whip with the mask like I'm Jason
I walk where I want with that strap on my hip
I got the molly sack I'm good when I dip
I serve you some gas, call that a QuikTrip
Hit a bag for a show nigga
That's a quick flip
Tray 1 got a bankroll
I'm cooking up crack rock casserole
I got your unc in the finger fold
He went from hustling to smoking blow
Now that shit be a damn shame
I got a hit, blame it on cocaine
Cocaine classic, coming out the wrapper
I swear to god Tray1 ain't just rapping
Young nigga go get him
Fuck the club up, fuck everybody with him
Too many bullets, can't miss him
I got a extra 30 shots in my Balmain denims
Whole team got racks we a solid foundation
We just leave you with the sacks
Your Backwoods ain't fat
And that's a cut pint
Nigga that's a motherfucking fact
Migo JerZ and I'm still on the curb
I'ma jugg his ass if you give me the word
Take poured up so my words real slurred
If you want a point five
Then you ain't getting served
YRN on my neck for life
North side OG, been earned my stripes
Fuck with the Migos, you gon' pay the price
I'm in the trap with a Backwood
Shooting dice
Pop the 4, Trey got that shit out the liter
Sippin on lean but I'm cooking the reefer
Young nigga I got more stripes than Adidas
Smile like a cheetah
Ho from the stables she work at the
Running 10k for a visa
Fuck her and leave her
I'm a rich nigga, I pull up in creature
Young nigga ball like a preacher
Migo, Lingo young nigga stay with the strap
Fuck up my check, I'ma get it right back
My niggas are crazy and that is a fact
Bitches want to hate because of the fame
I never would trust them
Because they the same
Creeping through the night like Bruce Wayne
My money in my pocket gon' stay the same
Skippa da Flippa's the killer
The trap always gone' need me
I'm the best dealer arch your back lil more
Now I bet you gone' feel 'er
Dab on a nigga ho in a chinchilla
Old school McGrady, I stay with the Rocket
I got the cannon, make you pop, lock
And drop it you talk about blue hundreds
That is my topic
You sipping Karo, need to stop it
They call us young rich niggas, for a reason
They told me leave the bando
It ain't that easy
Hot boy, but my jewelry out the freezer
They try to take us away from the streets
The streets they need us
They told me leave the bando
It ain't that easy
Hot boy, but my jewelry out the freezer
They try to take us from the streets
The streets they need us
They bust my trap one more time
Moving my trap to Geneva
Face card A1 no steak sauce
No passport need no Visa
We fuck up Neiman Marcus
We spend a stack on sneakers
Shoot him in his face
He gonna' wish that he had Jesus
They looking at me cause'
They never seen money
Pull up in a Beamer with a onion
All Benjamins, blue hundreds
Came off the porch, I was wrapping mummies
Al Capone, meet the Tommy
Safe house, cross the country
Bugs Bunny got the bando jumping
Straight out the jungle, Giuseppe Jumanji
Hop out the whip and I'm
Dressed in the latest i'm talking numbers
I ain't here for conversation
Put some ice on my neck and
Put some ice on my Bezel
Hop out the whip with the mask like I'm Jason
I walk where I want with that strap on my hip
I got the molly sack I'm good when I dip
I serve you some gas, call that a QuikTrip
Hit a bag for a show nigga
That's a quick flip
Tray 1 got a bankroll
I'm cooking up crack rock casserole
I got your unc in the finger fold
He went from hustling to smoking blow
Now that shit be a damn shame
I got a hit, blame it on cocaine
Cocaine classic, coming out the wrapper
I swear to god Tray1 ain't just rapping
Young nigga go get him
Fuck the club up, fuck everybody with him
Too many bullets, can't miss him
I got a extra 30 shots in my Balmain denims
Whole team got racks we a solid foundation
We just leave you with the sacks
Your Backwoods ain't fat
And that's a cut pint
Nigga that's a motherfucking fact
Migo JerZ and I'm still on the curb
I'ma jugg his ass if you give me the word
Take poured up so my words real slurred
If you want a point five
Then you ain't getting served
YRN on my neck for life
North side OG, been earned my stripes
Fuck with the Migos, you gon' pay the price
I'm in the trap with a Backwood
Shooting dice
Pop the 4, Trey got that shit out the liter
Sippin on lean but I'm cooking the reefer
Young nigga I got more stripes than Adidas
Smile like a cheetah
Ho from the stables she work at the
Running 10k for a visa
Fuck her and leave her
I'm a rich nigga, I pull up in creature
Young nigga ball like a preacher
Migo, Lingo young nigga stay with the strap
Fuck up my check, I'ma get it right back
My niggas are crazy and that is a fact
Bitches want to hate because of the fame
I never would trust them
Because they the same
Creeping through the night like Bruce Wayne
My money in my pocket gon' stay the same
Skippa da Flippa's the killer
The trap always gone' need me
I'm the best dealer arch your back lil more
Now I bet you gone' feel 'er
Dab on a nigga ho in a chinchilla
Old school McGrady, I stay with the Rocket
I got the cannon, make you pop, lock
And drop it you talk about blue hundreds
That is my topic
You sipping Karo, need to stop it
They call us young rich niggas, for a reason
They told me leave the bando
It ain't that easy
Hot boy, but my jewelry out the freezer
They try to take us away from the streets
The streets they need us