lirik lagu in the streetz – romilli
[intro: romilli]
aye
squad boyz
aye aye
milli woah
aye aye aye aye
[hook: no savage & romilli] 2x
i put my whole life up in the streets
i gotta ride around wit’ the heat
run up on me leave a n-gga deceased
slide on a opp block in a jeep
i done been through it all just to eat
versace frames on my face they [?]
b-tch gave me head i ain’t feel no t–th
i get a brick get it gone in a week
[verse 1: no savage]
i put my whole life up in the street
i gotta move different when i beef
dog tucked when i’m runnin’ the streets
play wit’ my brother you dead in a week
call mike i need a n-gga to creep
real n-gga live my life like a g
the .33’ll hit his chest make him sneeze
rob a n-gga tell a n-gga the freeze
if he move gotta hit at his knees
sellin’ the drop you know the junky tweak
i got pint of lean from tennesse
hit em wit’ 30 throw em in the sea
fast money gotta young n-gga stressin’
if i get a mil that would be a blessin’
trappin’ on the block you know i’m finessin’
f-ck the twitter beef i can’t wait to catch em
guess i gotta teach the n-gga a lesson
i give a n-gga h-ll just for testin’
gotta be number one and never settle
i’m on a beach wit’ a b-tch eatin’ kettle
smack a n-gga in the head wit’ the medal
looked in my eyes thought he seen a devil
i’m in yo bush wit’ a spear like a rebel
d-ck in yo b-tch grave like a shovel
[hook: no savage & romilli] 2x
i put my whole life up in the streets
i gotta ride around wit’ the heat
run up on me leave a n-gga deceased
slide on a opp block in a jeep
i done been through it all just to eat
versace frames on my face they [?]
b-tch gave me head i ain’t feel no t–th
i get a brick get it gone in a week
[verse 2: romilli]
i could picture sittin’ down at a beach
countin’ racks smokin’ dope wit’ the team
check out my swag b-tch i’m lookin’ neat
i’m drinkin’ r.i.p to c
i ain’t f-ckin’ with that b-tch she a leach
dirty b-tch trunkin’ -ss like a peach
i hit a lic for a ton in the p’s
young n-gga on the block wit’ og’s
cook up the work and wrap it like a present
i get locked up on my son i ain’t tellin’
you just a line n-gga why you wellin’
glock 30 i keep one in the melon
lost my brother cause these n-ggas be jealous
but i know my brother made it to heaven
i’m just waitin’ til he send me a blessin’
smokin’ big gas you know i ain’t stressin’
don’t tell em yo business keep these n-ggas guessin’
i’m in the club wit’ the smith & wesson
dirty rice and salmon wit’ the lil’ dressing
bend her over f-ck that b-tch on the dresser
shooters wit’ us so these n-ggas don’t test us
21 and 30 shots just for extra
n-ggas reachin’ imma pop his lil’ melon
i’m in the streets i’m runnin’ wit’ them felons
[hook: no savage & romilli] 2x
i put my whole life up in the streets
i gotta ride around wit’ the heat
run up on me leave a n-gga deceased
slide on a opp block in a jeep
i done been through it all just to eat
versace frames on my face they [?]
b-tch gave me head i ain’t feel no t–th
i get a brick get it gone in a week
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