STREETS ALONE

(Shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo)

Yeah

Maxo, A$AP

Maxo, A$AP

Momma prayin' that I leave the streets alone

Preacher prayin' that I leave the reefer 'lone

I'm just gettin' money, leave the beef alone

But I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE

Throw up my set, they get upset

They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats

I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet

I start to cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes (F**k, sh*t, b*tch)

Two-toned AP, Richards, Pateks, bust down my neck (Hey)

Diamond VV, water Fiji (Drill), flooded with baguettes

Beretta, Draco, TECs (Yeah)

Kream my clique but Crip my set

Persona money gang, I rep (Hey, hey, break it down)

Up and stuck like elevator, all my n*gg*s take the steps

Sprung my ankle, broke my toe

Reppin' and steppin' for my bro (Hey)

Flexin', cappin' for them hoes

Kicked doors, we crash like Geico (Hey, hey)

Carbon rifle, now that p*ssy bleedin' like he on a cycle

Forgiato (Woah), choppin' blade (Woah), speedin' (Woah), Maxo Michael Myers (Yeah)

Rappin', trappin', what I do

Shaggy, Daphne with Scooby-Doo (Vroom)

Ship double up, sip double cups

Plugs on drugs, I serve, distribute

I know she stressed, told my momma, "I can never leave the streets alone"

Daddy Yankee with that gasolina, I serve reggaetón (Maxo, Maxo)

Momma prayin' that I leave the streets alone

Preacher prayin' that I leave the reefer 'lone

I'm just gettin' money, leave the beef alone

But I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE

Throw up my set, they get upset

They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats

I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet

I start to cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes (F**k, sh*t, b*tch, woo)

They on my head, won't break a sweat

She let me hit it on the reg', then popped up preg'

My flow be gorgeous like some sex but no protection

Broke up with that ho through text, that b*tch was vex

Onto the next

I can't trust a ho, that's why I sleep alone

N*gg*s out here strugglin', they need a loan

Call me Meagan Good, my money Nia Long

But I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE

Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah, woah, there he go (Woah-woah)

Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah, woah, there he go (Woah-woah, woah)

Came up out the hood, can't leave the streets alone

['Cause I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE

Throw up my set, they get upset

They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats

I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet

I start to cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes (F**k, sh*t, b*tch, yeah)