A nigga talking bout mf can't use no tuneLike mf ain't in these streetsOn Lil Moe grave these niggas is straight hoes (on God)Niggas know what's up with us manTalking bout we don't be out here, nigga you got us fucked up boyMan I get shit done boyYou tweakin, yo ass trippinNiggas call me Bloodas just like Tee out here (let's get it)Opps be calling foenem phone, say I don't be out here (L's)Catch him, knock his noodles back, just don't tweak out hereFoenem slidin, late night huntin, ain't no sleep out here2 days back to back, that's 50 racks to be out here (on God)Can't have no fefe on yo block as long as Steve out hereCan't try to slide inside a fish bowl, you got beef out hereLaw keep wantin' to get Zoo out the way, they say he a Chief out here (say he a chief out here)Niggas hoes, they tuck they tails cause they be scaredIn that Hellcat, on the e-way, off them med'sSay his name inside this song, my bro said I better not say itNiggas lowkey want that smoke, you do, you better not say itGet yo ass back in that house, we got FN not 9's (not 9's)My credit so A1 with killas, I be paying my fines (my fines)Opps be on my dick in song but I don't pay them no mind (pussy)All them hoes that be with the opps, gang nem broke they spineAll the crackers get robbed for they shit, they buy it backI keep my Glock in her Chanel, that shit cost 5 racksAll these hoes be goin' for real lowkey, just buy them XHe got shot up in his shit, I hear he tryna flexNever care so much, ran out of woods, just pass the DutchYour homies died, you don't never slide, it ain't adding upGet caught with a pipe, you out same night, you fed or what?New opp pack in the air, this gas or what?He'd still be alive right now, if you niggas ain't gas him upGive my shortys steamers and guns, I tell them slide for noneEverybody with this gang-gang shit so they ain't dying for noneIf she ain't fuckin the first night, off the rip, I ain't buying her noneIf I ain't got time for loving my kids, then I ain't got time for noneThen I slide home to my bitch, that means no time for cuddleWhy these niggas think they safe cause they locked in?Man we thought this shit was over, send some shots thenYou think you safe where you at out West? Lil nigga just bopped inI know some killas from out West, they keep them Glock 10sKnowing they killa on the loose, it throw my vibe offYou lighting candles on that main street, watch that sad blockYou ever stood up over a opp and knocked his dreads off? (I did)You know a nigga claim he a hate us but he fanned out (let's get it)Back then I pull up to them clubs, them killas was sitting in the steamersHow the fuck he say he ain't tell, but the court steady throwing that nigga subpoenasFuck Lil Durk, he ain't on shit, his ass a singer (what else?)Fuck Lil Durk, his ass a goofy, he not Lamron either (what else?)Fuck Lil Durk, he talked to 6ix9ine live about his people (what else?)Niggas always say they out here, we don't never see them (they lie)But if we do, we pop out cars, and we gone no I.D themLowkey I know they hurt, they hurt so bad, they don't IG itJumped off the porch back then, when X was stacks, and smoking mid69th and Ashland, used to stay right there right by the fieldLoco he stayed next door on Bishop, he was selling mid18 for exotic, in Chiraq sell it 36I'm not tryna die young out here like I'm Rowdy RichWe get that low-low, then foenem go sit outside yo cribYeah-Yeah-YeahSigned to the Streets 3 on the way