[Intro]
Woo, ooh
Woo, ooh

[Chorus]
Know I gotta keep it G (Blrr)
Know I gotta keep it G (Hello?)
All my n***as from the streets (Yup)
Ooh (All my n***as from the streets), yeah
Know I gotta keep it G (Gotta keep it G)
Know I gotta keep it G (Know I gotta keep it G)
All my n***as from the streets
Know I got it on me (Bah)
Know I got it on me (Yeah, boom)
Big .30 on me (Hangin' out)
Hundred bands on me (Hangin' out)
Clothes from overseas (What? Woo)
But my n***as from the streets (Streets)
And I got it on me (Ayy)
Yeah, you know I keep it G

[Verse 1]
Big H on me
But my pants double G
That don't look like a Xan
'Cause it's a double G
Designer clothes all on me
Now your bitch all on me
Fuck my hoes by the threes
Smokin' gas, I can't see
Call my phone, hit ignore, yeah
Hit her once, that's the force, yeah
Be this way till the morgue, yeah
Whip it with extеnsion cord, yeah
Fuck that bitch on the floor, yeah
From thе back, hit record
Put work under floorboard
Ice wrist, snowboard (Hangin' out)
Forty-thousand on my teeth, ooh
Hundred-thousand for my V, ooh
No price on my sneaks, ooh
'Cause them bitches made for me, ooh
YSL, that's with me, ooh
Know my n***as keep it G, ooh
Know my n***as from the streets, ooh
Know I fuck with PDE, ooh (Skrt)
[Chorus]
Ooh, know I gotta keep it G (Blrr)
Know I gotta keep it G (Hello?)
All my n***as from the streets (Yup)
Ooh (All my n***as from the streets), yeah
Know I gotta keep it G (Gotta keep it G)
Know I gotta keep it G (Know I gotta keep it G)
All my n***as from the streets
Know I got it on me (Bah)
Know I got it on me (Yeah, boom)
Big .30 on me (Hangin' out)
Hundred bands on me (Hangin' out)
Clothes from overseas (What? Woo)
But my n***as from the streets (Streets)
And I got it on me (Ayy)
Yeah, you know I keep it G

[Verse 2]
Swag sick, might hurt you (Huh)
Bentley truck, might swerve you (Skrt)
Stephen, no Urkel (No)
Went Off-White like Virgil
Rock VLONE like Bari (Ooh)
Don't want you, I'm sorry (Sorry)
Outer space just like a martian
Your bitch missin'? Put her on a carton
You hate a lot, hear you hardly
Heard you cop it by the bargains
Get your clothes right from Target
Nowadays I'm the target (Pew-pew)
Last night I was starvin'
I was rich by the mornin'
On my dick, these bitches swarmin'
They say "Why your chain keep pourin'?"
They say "Why your chain keep drippin'?" (Wow)
Get the money is the mission
Red bottoms made me Christian (Woah)
Percocets got me slippin' (Woah)
All this acid got me trippin'
This a bird, not a chicken (Woo)
This a Rollie, not a Nixon
That's the reason it ain't tickin' (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Ooh, know I gotta keep it G (Blrr)
Know I gotta keep it G (Hello?)
All my n***as from the streets (Yup)
Ooh (All my n***as from the streets), yeah
Know I gotta keep it G (Gotta keep it G)
Know I gotta keep it G (Know I gotta keep it G)
All my n***as from the streets
Know I got it on me (Bah)
Know I got it on me (Yeah, boom)
Big .30 on me (Hangin' out)
Hundred bands on me (Hangin' out)
Clothes from overseas (What? Woo)
But my n***as from the streets (Streets)
And I got it on me (Ayy)
Yeah, you know I keep it G

[Outro]
Ooh (Woo)
Ooh (Woo)
Ooh (Woo)
Ooh
YSL with me, ooh
Know I fuck with PDE, ooh
YSL on me, ooh
Know I fuck with PDE, ooh
Twin walk with me, ooh
Know I fuck with PDE, yeah
All on me, ooh
YSL on me, yeah
Slatt