Forever33

Carry that stink of the streets with you the rest of your life

I like the stink of the streets, it makes me feel good

I like the smell of it, it opens up my lungs

(You can't make them go in Paris) uh-huh

We set them up, hit all in his back, no, you can't run from us

Just give it up, got hit with the chop, now he can't even fuck

One nigga had fell victim to the Glock, I watch his melon bust

I bought the car, then we stand over top, and we spent in a bus

It went to ten, bro just got the sack like the defensive end

These different Gens, hop out in all-black, it's time to get it in

Bro toting on ten milli, what a button, he racing again

We bending on they block, they ain't outside then we gon' bend again

I'm back in that mood, I'm laid back thugging, got my groove on

My ex bitch is mad 'cause I charged up and I done moved on

Shit, I don't mean to brag, but if I'm cashing you got prude more

'Cause I been in my bag, watch how I drag 'cause I'ma do more

I like to get that money, count it then I stack it then repeat

Come on fresh, I ate a lil' bit, my mate ten thousand in my sleep

I get my lil' man a phone, he hit and miss, paid by the week

You can't match a line with me, if it's green, that shit be cheap

Open the door, bunch of bad bitches, boy, we pop out on side

I call my lil' man for the call, you know it's straight when we ride

I bounce out with masks and glasses, he got shot, he looked surprised

Killed my nigga, we killed his nigga, we do it for the guys

We set them up, hit all in his back, no, you can't run from us

Just give it up, got hit with the chop, now he can't even fuck

One nigga had fell victim to the Glock, I watch his melon bust

I bought the car, then we stand over top and we spent in a bus

It went to ten, bro just got the sack like the defensive end

These different Gens, hop out in all-black, it's time to get it in

Bro toting on ten milli, what a button, he racing again

We bending on they block, they ain't outside then we gon' bend again