streets need us (outro)

they call us young rich niggas

for a reason

they told me leave the bando

it ain't that easy

hot boy

but my jewelry out the freezer

they try to take us from the streets

the streets they need us

they bust my trap one more time

moving my trap to geneva

face card a1 no steak sauce

no passport need no visa

we fuck up neiman marcus then we spend a stack on sneakers

shoot him in his face

he gonna' wish that he had jesus

they looking at me cause' they never seen money

pull up in a beamer with a onion

all benjamins

blue hundreds

came off the porch

i was wrapping mummies

al capone

meet the tommy

safe house

cross the country

bugs bunny got the bando jumping

straight out the jungle giuseppe jumanji

hop out the water

and dressing in lake

i'm talking in numbers

i ain't here for conversation

put some ice on my neck and put some ice on my bezel

hop out the whip with the mask like i'm jason

i walk where i want with the strap on my hip

i got the molly sack i'm in when i dip

i serve you some gas call that a quick trip

hit a bag for a show nigga that's a quick flip

tray 1 got a bankroll

i'm cooking up crack rock casserole

i got your unc in the finger fold

he went from hustling to smoking blows

now that shit be a damn shame

i got a hit blame it on cocaine

cocaine classes

coming out the rap

i swear to god tray1 ain't just rapping

yeah migo go get him

fuck the club up

fuck everybody with him

too many bullets came missin'

i got a extra 30 shots in my balmain denims

whole team got racks

we a solid foundation

we just leave you with the sacks

backwoods ain't fat

and that's a cut pint

nigga that's a motherfucking fact

migo jerz

and i'm still on the curb

i'm a take his ass if you give me the word

take poured up so my words real slurred

if you want a.5 then you ain't getting served

yrn on my neck for life

north side og been earned my stripes

fuck with the migos

you gone' pay the price

i'm in the trap with a backwood shooting dice

sipping on lean but i'm gripping the rifa

young nigga i got more stripes than adidas

smile like a cheetah

i'm at the stables she work at the

running 10k for a visa

fuck her i leave her

i'm a rich nigga

i pull up in creature

young nigga ball like a preacher

young nigga stay with the strap

fuck up my check

i'm a get it right back

my niggas so crazy and that is a fact

bitches want to hate me because of the fame

i never would trust them because they the same

creeping through the night like bruce wayne

my money in my pocket gone' stay the same

skippa da flippa's the killer

the trap always gone' need me

i am the best dealer

i drop back a lil' one

i bet you gone' feel her

dab on a nigga

whole nigga in a chinchilla

old school mcgrady

i stay with the rocket

i got the cannon

make you pop

lock

and drop it

you talk about blue hundreds

that is my topic

you sipping karo need to stop

they call us young rich niggas

for a reason

they told me leave the bando

it ain't that easy

hot boy

but my jewelry out the freezer

they try to take us away from the streets

the streets they need us