[Intro]
Bitch, you know I can't leave, ho
Ho, you know I can't leave, ho
Can't never ever leave, ho

[Chorus]
And I'll never let the streets go
Man, I really miss my n***as, feel like CeeLo
And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot
No matter what, I'll never tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah
Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round
Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall, run him down
I swear to God, I'm a legend in my stomping ground
Better have a rod, n***a catch you in my stomping ground

[Verse 1]
Better have a rod up in that 30, in that section
We'll murder any second, Glock-30, 357
Could take the TEC but I look better with the MAC-10
I know you heard about us steppin' like we tap dance
And your lil flipper let me rip her 'cause my accent
Told her I'm really tryna dick her, fuck a lap dance
And we got them straps in this bitch like it's Pakistan
And the packs all tan, fuck the tax y'all payin'
I been gettin' it kind of cheap, feel like Meech or like Meek
Oh, y'all thought that I was finished? Bitch, I'm still tryna eat
I just signed my deal but I'm still in them streets
Rest in peace Zoe Rella, why they steal him from me?
[Chorus]
And I'll never let the streets go
Man, I really miss my n***as, feel like CeeLo
And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot
No matter what, I'll never tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah
Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round
Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall, run him down
I swear to God, I'm a legend in my stomping ground
Better have a rod, n***a catch you in my stomping ground

[Verse 2]
Young n***a died with a gun in hand
Mission undercover, she'll never see her son again
Got one in the coupe, and play, I'm shootin', I ain't fumblin'
Chewin' Xans, tootin' sand, hooligans, I'm the one with you to the can
Now what you know 'bout hittin' that Ruger dance?
Put that tooly on your shooter, he won't shoot again
Taught you that, bitch, shoot off his fingers, now he can't use his hands
Bullets goin' through that man, at the funeral, can't view that man
Casket closed, passed his soul to the hells or high power
I'll never die a coward, shootout last the whole hour
It's a lot of gunpowder in the air
Bullet shower, lot of shells, smoke cleared and guess who was still there?

[Chorus]
And I'll never let the streets go
Man, I really miss my n***as, feel like CeeLo
And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot
No matter what, I'll never tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah
Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round
Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall, run him down
I swear to God, I'm a legend in my stomping ground
Better have a rod, n***a catch you in my stomping ground
[Outro]
So much pain, so much trauma, bumpin' Trill Fam Youngin
We get real trap money, you can be a crash dummy
Try to rob, it's on my side, and I will whack somethin'
I swear to God that I will whack somethin', Luwhop