Blac Youngsta – Streets Lyrics (feat. Yo Gotti & 42 Dugg)

[Intro: 42 Dugg]
Hard times don't last, shoulda seen what I made
Were you just laughin'? How the f*ck you in the brave?
Everybody ain't real, had to learn that from my brother
Frontin' on when I'm up, say I'm smilin' when I'm strugglin'
I been up, doin' good or down, doin' bad
From the same hitta, forever gon' get my last

[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Blac Youngsta]
I been livin' through the same old things
Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the f*ck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (Bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah
[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta]
Catch that boy in traffic, semi-automatic
You might call the caddy but I call the baddy
Big Blood shit, shoot 'em in the attic
No love shit, shoot a nigga daddy
I'm a gangster, you gotta watch me
Nigga tryna B.I.G., 'Pac me
I'm a real nigga, I kill 'em
Knock scene on the front street, can't stop me
Beat my case but the feds dock me
I ain't dumb, I know them niggas wanna take me out
But they can't rock me
I'ma keep applyin' pressure on you p*ssy niggas 'cause y'all can't stop me
Told momma, "It's alright, I'ma be fine, I know God got me"
And my bitch upset I ain't comin' home, she just wanna sock me (Yeah)
(Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
I'ma start a riot (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Killers, they outside (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Don't be surprised (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)

[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Blac Youngsta]
I been livin' through the same old things (Kickin' with the guys)

Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the f*ck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear I still get the beans
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Moncler coat comin' twenty-five hunnid
Choppa got a drum on it
Supreme dirt bike comin' thirty-somethin' racks
But f*ck it, my son want it
Game shit, I been on it
I'ma real hustler, make it look good, don't it?
I don't f*ck with no broke niggas (Nah)
I ain't throwin' no smoke, nigga (Never)
Whoever want it, they could get it
Four hunnid shots, make 'em feel it (Brrt)
It's four deep, a hunnid shots piece
A million put up for the bond (Frrp)
We fightin' the case 'til my niggas free
It's three letters (CMG)
f*ck niggas shoulda knew better (Knew better)
This Drac' hit whoever
We take smoke to a new level
They like, "Gotti, you rich, do better" (Do better)
I tried, but niggas won't let us (Tried)
These pussies, they playin', they jealous (For real)
Now I can't turn my back on the fellas (Can't)
Street nigga, cold-hearted (I am)
I lost my feelings on Garland (Did)
We were thuggin' out the apartments (We was)
Know, in Memphis, where it started (Yuh, on God)
[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Blac Youngsta]
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (Bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah
I been livin' through the same old things
Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the f*ck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me

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