[Intro: Young Thug]
Bitch, I do my thing, give me my credit on my debit
(We got London on da track)
Sheesh
Ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm in the streets (I swear to God)
I told my boys, "Let's have a party" (Let's do it)
Let's get gnarly because we made it out the streets (Sheesh, sheesh)
I told Big Duck to kick her feet up
Tryna get stuck 'cause your son run the streets
I'm livin' life inside the streets (Livin', livin', livin')
I want them racks right out the streets (Racks, racks)
I don't want them if they didn't come out the streets
On God, on God I want everything up out them streets

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Bitch, I do my thing, I need my credit on my debit
I wan' see spaghetti if you run around being petty
I got my pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce
Waitin' on the time of my life, my life is so hectic

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hey, bitch, I'm in the game, I'm preachin' like a reverend
I turn my swag up to rock, n***a, no steady
I'm in beast mode, beast mode, beast mode
My brother Skooly, got pesos, case loads
I drop the top, turn it up, now I put on the rocks
Mickey Thompson, X rated, my shots costin' guap
I spend them racks, I spend them racks on every one of my boys
Now we the ones makin' noise
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm in the streets (I swear to God)
I told my boys, "Let's have a party" (Let's do it)
Let's get gnarly because we made it out the streets (Sheesh, sheesh)
I told Big Duck to kick her feet up
Tryna get stuck 'cause your son run the streets
I'm livin' life inside the streets (Livin', livin', livin')
I want them racks right out the streets (Racks, racks)
I don't want them if they didn't come out the streets
On God, on God I want everything up out them streets

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Bitch, I do my thing, I need my credit on my debit
I wan' see spaghetti if you run around being petty
I got my pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce
Waitin' on the time of my life, my life is so hectic

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Man, I thank God for my momma
Bless her heart 'til this day
Was slangin' hard in my apartment 'fore music started to pay
'Fore records started to play, I was traffickin' yay
And if it weren't for going platinum, I'd be trappin' today
Man, I remember my cousin just let me walk with a dozen
Yeah, you would think I'd be on, huh? Fucked up all of them
Now me and my long barrel Smith and Wesson
Is on the hunt for any unsuspecting victim who got whatever I want
Hey, I'm caked up, I can go cop whatever I want
New watch whenever I want, a drop whenever I want
'Cause I remember when it used to be
Dodgin' police shootin' me, change of time, I'm from the streets
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Streets (I swear to God)
I told my boys, "Let's have a party" (Let's do it)
Let's get gnarly because we made it out the streets (Sheesh, sheesh)
I told Big Duck to kick her feet up
Tryna get stuck 'cause your son run the streets
I'm livin' life inside the streets (Livin', livin', livin')
I want them racks right out the streets (Racks, racks)
I don't want them if they didn't come out the streets
On God, on God I want everything up out them streets

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Bitch, I do my thing, I need my credit on my debit
I wan' see spaghetti if you run around being petty
I got my pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce
Waitin' on the time of my life, my life is so hectic