WillScore - Streets Lyrics

Watch your back in them streets
Don't trust a soul so I'm gripping on my heat
Mix the xanax with codeine
They like slow down you might OD
Watch your back in them streets
Don't trust a soul so I'm gripping on my heat
Mix the xanax with codeine
They like slow down you might OD
Watch your back in them streets
Don't trust a soul so I'm gripping on my heat
Mix the xanax with codeine
They like slow down you might OD
Heart getting colder
I can't trust a soul so I look over my shoulder
Smoking on that strong it left my clothes with a oder
Pink runtz in my blunt my bitch like mimosa
Get top from a bitch in the back seat of a rover
I'm on the block with my brothers
Watching our for undercovers
These bullets they burn usher
Can't hit her raw I use a rubber
She want to have my baby
Bitch is you stupid dumb or your crazy
Watch your back in them streets
Don't trust a soul so I'm gripping on my heat
Mix the xanax with codeine
They like slow down you might OD
Watch your back in them streets
Don't trust a soul so I'm gripping on my heat
Mix the xanax with codeine
They like slow down you might OD
Double cup filled with wocky
Took a percocet now im scratching on my body
Threw back a blue I done popped me a roxy
Beat up the trap man I feel like I'm Rocky
High off these drugs man I feel like a zombie
Chop down the work treat it like it's karate
Schooling these niggas like Mr. Myagi
Speed in that car they call me Ricky Bobby
Serving under them street lights
You don't know what it be like
Use your head better think twice
In the trap we was gripping pipes
My uncle he was whipping white
Dumb bitch you can't spend a night
Just rolled a wood let me get a light
Life's a gamble time to roll the dice