In The Streetz lyrics

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[Intro: Romilli]
Aye
Squad Boyz
Aye Aye
Milli Woah
Aye Aye Aye Aye

[Hook: No Savage & Romilli] 2x
I put my whole life up in the streets
I gotta ride around wit' the heat
Run up on me leave a n***a deceased
Slide on a opp block in a Jeep
I done been through it all just to eat
Versace frames on my face they [?]
b*t*h gave me head I ain't feel no teeth
I get a brick get it gone in a week

[Verse 1: No Savage]
I put my whole life up in the street
I gotta move different when I beef
Dog tucked when I'm runnin' the streets
Play wit' my brother you dead in a week
Call Mike I need a n***a to creep
Real n***a live my life like a G
The .33'll hit his chest make him sneeze
Rob a n***a tell a n***a the freeze
If he move gotta hit at his knees
Sellin' the drop you know the junky tweak
I got pint of lean from Tennesse
Hit em wit' 30 throw em in the sea
Fast money gotta young n***a stressin'
If I get a mil that would be a blessin'
Trappin' on the block you know I'm finessin'
f**k the twitter beef I can't wait to catch em
Guess I gotta teach the n***a a lesson
I give a n***a hell just for testin'
Gotta be number one and never settle
I'm on a beach wit' a b*t*h eatin' kettle
Smack a n***a in the head wit' the medal
Looked in my eyes thought he seen a devil
I'm in yo bush wit' a spear like a rebel
d**k in yo b*t*h grave like a shovel

[Hook: No Savage & Romilli] 2x
I put my whole life up in the streets
I gotta ride around wit' the heat
Run up on me leave a n***a deceased
Slide on a opp block in a Jeep
I done been through it all just to eat
Versace frames on my face they [?]
b*t*h gave me head I ain't feel no teeth
I get a brick get it gone in a week

[Verse 2: Romilli]
I could picture sittin' down at a beach
Countin' racks smokin' dope wit' the team
Check out my swag b*t*h I'm lookin' neat
I'm drinkin' R.I.P to C
I ain't f**kin' with that b*t*h she a leach
Dirty b*t*h trunkin' ass like a peach
I hit a lic for a ton in the P's
Young n***a on the block wit' OG's
Cook up the work and wrap it like a present
I get locked up on my son I ain't tellin'
You just a line n***a why you wellin'
Glock 30 I keep one in the melon
Lost my brother cause these n***as be jealous
But I know my brother made it to heaven
I'm just waitin' til he send me a blessin'
Smokin' big gas you know I ain't stressin'
Don't tell em yo business keep these n***as guessin'
I'm in the club wit' the Smith & Wesson
Dirty rice and salmon wit' the lil' dressing
Bend her over f**k that b*t*h on the dresser
Shooters wit' us so these n***as don't test us
21 and 30 shots just for extra
n***as reachin' imma pop his lil' melon
I'm in the streets I'm runnin' wit' them felons

[Hook: No Savage & Romilli] 2x
I put my whole life up in the streets
I gotta ride around wit' the heat
Run up on me leave a n***a deceased
Slide on a opp block in a Jeep
I done been through it all just to eat
Versace frames on my face they [?]
b*t*h gave me head I ain't feel no teeth
I get a brick get it gone in a week


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