In the streets I'm peepin' I can't you, no no All up in my mayne I on the low low
Say they really fake mess with you no mo' Closest people to you So I be rollin'
I'm on the low low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be solo
I'm on the low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin' I'm on the low
Mo' money yeah mo' What biggy said it like it true Used to be my But now I'm payed so tryna sue My got jaguars My garage look a zoo
Middle up for the haters Hope the here isn't you Super cool, that's cool You can feel like you friend But I ain't trusting my counter And that's the reason I count You saw the (Yeah)
I'm Thinking everybody take my riches Can't my money out my account 'Cause my bank teller get motion Back and forth, and forth From in the streets or right back in
Candy car like a tank And my crib like a fort go to war, I ain't George bush I ya'll I'm gone be prepared Cause I ain't trusting my weapon And that's the I keep a spare
In the streets I'm peepin' I trust you, no no All up in my mayne I on the low low
Say they really really mess with you no mo' Closest people to you So I be rollin'
I'm on the low low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin' I'm on the low
I ain't with none of ya'll Outcast like Win the thing the family And all of you gon out
If you don't like it then out Look around and I see I known to get to the presidents Like barrack is on dial Yeah it's all me now
want ya and don't need ya You don't and get to the money And you ain't hungry I feed ya I ain't hangin' no hater
No faker, no I knew it big and say they did And tryna take my credit like stole If lonely at the top
(Top) I'd be alone the closest people to ya The ones who guna do ya Backstabbing me for a I promise that I will lose no Cause crank can be your freak But my bank account gone stay
In the I'm peepin' game I trust you, no no All up in my bigness I on the low low
Say they really really mess with you no mo' Closest to you hate So I be rollin'
I'm on the low low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be solo I'm on the low
I be, creeping than low Light another I'm smoking the dro Choking, looking, never him And a will get popped and I'll open the do Lungs full of smoke that means than slow
like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go So I, pull out the bazooka (Blah) Put a fuckin' in the flo' Luda, I'm so wid the flow Trunk fulla speakers, fulla doe
How much a wood chuck chuck If a chuck could chuck wood on the wheel Turn it it Blow another I it earned it Blow amp
another tram Light another Burn it it it up Hear my flow, I it up Everybody grab gats
And em, load, sock em em, cock em And aim it up it up Off in the sky Catch me rollin' off in the
26 em defenseless 45 tucked in the side Open eyes See me
'Cause I winning And these boys losing Plus I'm, the of the year is hatin' and hos is choosing
Look at all the hos you Then look at all the I got And you can catch me on the low low ridin' solo, beatin' the block
In the streets I'm game I trust you, no no All up in my bigness I on the low low
Say they really fake Can't with you no mo' Closest to you hate So I be rollin'
I'm on the low low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin' I'm on the low
on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be solo I'm on the low