FatBoy SSE

FatBoy SSE – Street Lyrics

Street Lyrics by FatBoy SSE (Feat. Lil Tjay)


Hey
Trap Mafia, Arena
Hey
Ain’t gon’ never stop, hey

This for my n****s who strapped, decided I was gon’ move packs
Exposin’ all the rats, take a trip, count racks
This for my n****s who street, this for my n****s who street
This for my n****s who street, this for my n****s who street
This for my n****s who strapped, decided I was gon’ move packs
Exposin’ all the rats, take a trip, count racks
This for my n****s who street, this for my n****s who street
This for my n****s who street, this for my n****s who street

Hey, fifty, twenty, make a thousand
I was on the line wildin’
Now we scream f**k the balance
Buy it all, buy it all
Take them b*****s to the mall
Never f**k them hoes raw
Come from the streets
Bros over hoes, n***a yeah that’s law
They killed my dawg, killed my dawg
Now I’m walkin’ ’round lost
Rules of the streets, number one, n***a never get lost
‘Cause you might get off
I put my whole team on
I was great when I was born
F**k you like porn, ayy
If you didn’t believe in me, you wasn’t with me, hey, hey
If you didn’t believe in me, you wasn’t with me, hey, hey
If you didn’t believe in me, you wasn’t with me
If you didn’t believe in me, you wasn’t with me, hey, hey

This for my n****s who strapped, decided I was gon’ move packs
Exposin’ all the rats, take a trip, count racks
This for my n****s who street, this for my n****s who street
This for my n****s who street, this for my n****s who street

Hot bullets gon’ rush for your brain
Got shooters, ain’t sayin’ no names
F**k all this music and fame
‘Cause before I was rappin’ I really was puttin’ in pain
Chopper gon’ bang, scared of the same
See Lil TJay be doin’ his thing
No time in the field, no, no
Now they said get a kill, no, no
On a mission, I got to the top
Gettin’ this guap, can’t pay no mind to an opp
Meanwhile, I be f****n’ these thots, cashin’ ’em out
Vibin’, it’s never gon’ stop
Lil TJay gon’ hit a hot flash
Man, it’s two twenty-five on my neck
SB throw it high, it’s my sack
Told my shooters anything else and nothin’ less
And I got me a bag
Just put fifteen in the stash
I used to do hits with no mask
Give me your cash
Nah, I ain’t jokin’, no laugh
If you have some s**t I ain’t have

This for my n****s who strapped, decided I was gon’ move packs
Exposin’ all the rats, take a trip, count racks
This for my n****s who street, this for my n****s who street
This for my n****s who street, this for my n****s who street
This for my n****s who strapped, decided I was gon’ move packs
Exposin’ all the rats, take a trip, count racks
This for my n****s who street, this for my n****s who street
This for my n****s who street, this for my n****s who street


FATBOY SSE LYRICS


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