Smiley - Streets Lyrics

This shit off the top
(Ayy, run that shit up, Chase) you already knew that
Yeah, yeah

I remember the tank was on E
I was runnin' the streets
Now I don't care 'bout the streets
My guys they stuck in the streets
They all got raided this month
The cops they on us, huh
Don't go back to the streets
I don't wanna trap to the fiends
I can't have my kids in the streets
I can't have my dawgs in the streets, nah, nah

Look at the the pain in my eyes, I can't just think about I
I gotta think 'bout the fam, look how far that I am (can't, the whole gang)
I can't do it myself, it's me and my guys in the house
Now I have a stu' in my house, I stay in Beverly Hills (I have a studio here)
Look at my house in the Hills, look how far that I came (look, that's crazy)
I don't even care 'bout the chain, I'm wearin' a shirt and it's plain
You can't do the same, I broke her heart on the plane
I'm tired of feelin' this pain (fuck that bitch), yeah
I whip up a nine pack, look what I gain
(I whip up a nine pack, look what I gain)
I want him to trap, he want a stain
Look at the Glock, look at it's gauge
She can't work minimum wage
Please don't call me when I'm on stage (damn, yeah)
I live in the Hills, I didn't even make it
Watch when I make it, watch how I take it
When I go, I not even gon' stop
Pay for a Glizzy, still was a bop, yeah, yeah

I remember the tank was on E
I was runnin' the streets
Now I don't care 'bout the streets
My guys they stuck in the streets
They all got raided this month
The cops they on us, huh
Don't go back to the streets
I don't wanna trap to the fiends
I can't have my kids in the streets
I can't have my dawgs in the streets (nah)

This not a .9, this is a Glock (Glockiana)
I give it to bro, he make it hot (sell it out there)
He wanna trap, he wanna pop
He in the streets, boy, he really lost
Don't come here, this is our route (come here)
I'm with a baddie, not in my house (no never)
I took your bitch, she want out (I know you did)
I didn't even take her out
She wanna go to Drake party, ooh, yeah (I know)
She off a pill probably, I'm gang
I take a Perc probably, yeah (Perc, yeah)
I feel a lil' hollow (lil' hollow)
Bad bitch, call her Mulatto (Mulatto)
Tonight we drinkin' Moscato
Leave, that been the motto (it is)
She wanna drink out the bottle (I know you do)
Look at the pool and the view (look, look)
You gotta see how I view
Could've done it for you (I could've)
You wanna hate and shit, no (you wanna hate on me)
Not no datin' tips (I'm not datin' now)
Mans callin' 22Tips (911, what's your emergency?) (Why?)
My guys all gone and shit (they're gone)
They did a whole sweep and shit (they're gone)
And I'm on the beach and shit
Watch, they're gon' hate on this

I remember the tank was on E
I was runnin' the streets
Now I don't care 'bout the streets
My guys they stuck in the streets
They all got raided this month
The cops they on us, huh
Don't go back to the streets
I don't wanna trap to the fiends
I can't have my kids in the streets
I can't have my dawgs in the streets, nah, nah

Look at the the pain in my eyes, I can't just think about I
I gotta think 'bout the fam, look how far that I am (can't, the whole gang)
I can't do it myself, it's me and my guys in the house
Now I have a stu' in my house, I stay in Beverly Hills (I have a studio here)
Look at my house in the Hills, look how far that I came (look, that's crazy)

Yeah, gang, what? Huh?
Free the gang, huh, yeah