Juicy J and Smokepurpp - Streets Love Me

Purpp, what's good, mane?
Yuh (buh) we havin' it, all the jewelry
Lil purpp, yuh (shut the fuck up)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
(Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta gang shit, yuh)
What? Ayy (huh?)

Momma told me, boy, stay out the streets
Don't be your pops (huh?)
Came in with the mag, just like a pussy
Let it pop (bah)
Momma told me, boy stay out the streets
'Cause you get popped (stay out the, bah)
Told my mom I'm sorry
(Huh?) I'm the one who sendin' shots (bah bah bah, brr)
I can't leave the streets
(Streets) 'cause the streets love me (love)
I can't leave the streets
(The streets) 'cause the streets love me (streets love me)
I can't leave the streets
(I can't) 'cause the streets love me (streets, lil purpp)
I can't leave the streets
(I can't) 'cause the streets love me

I can't leave the streets
(Streets) bitch, I love the beef (huh?)
I like robbin' cars
(Skrt) I'm a fuckin' thief (yuh)
Diamonds on my teeth (huh?)
Milly rockin' through the street (huh?)
Drink a pint a day, run
Run through four like every week (lean, wock')
Lil purpp, lil purrp, lil purrp
(Lean, wock') pop five xans it's cool (o oh)
Lil purpp, lil purrp, lil purrp
Diamonds wet like pool (huh)
Came in with the work, pussy niggas talkin'
He can get murked (bah bah bah)
Niggas sayin' that they lookin for me (huh? What?)
I'ma put his ass on a shirt (brr)

Momma told me, boy, stay out the streets
Don't be your pops (huh?)
Came in with the mag, just like a pussy
Let it pop (bah)
Momma told me, boy stay out the streets
'Cause you get popped (stay out the, bah)
Told my mom I'm sorry
(Huh?) I'm the one who sendin' shots (bah bah bah, brr)
I can't leave the streets
(Streets) 'cause the streets love me (love)
I can't leave the streets
(The streets) 'cause the streets love me (streets love me)
I can't leave the streets
(I can't) 'cause the streets love me (streets)
I can't leave the streets
(I can't) 'cause the streets love me

Momma told me I should go to
School and get a job (job)
But instead, I went and got some work
Now I'm in charge (in charge)
Spendin' money, livin' large
Half a mil' in my garage (cash)
Bitches want a menage (let's go)
My ex wanna sabotage (fuck that ho)
Sippin' clean but the cup muddy
It's blood up in my pop (my pop)
That mop stick in that drop, bit'
You gon' fuck around and get popped (doo doo doo doo)
I'm the one that call plays (plays)
I'm the one that sendin' shots (swish)
I'm the one that set the streets on
Fire, you ain't never been hot, no (you cold)
I can't leave the streets 'cause
I feed the streets (mhm)
My niggas need to eat, where the cake
We need a piece (where's that?)
I'm hot, I'm off the shit
No pancakes, I got syrup, nigga
Them benjamin's in the back of the
Brinks like it's a hearse, nigga (huh?)

Momma told me, boy, stay out the streets
Don't be your pops (huh?)
Came in with the mag, just like a pussy
Let it pop (bah)
Momma told me, boy stay out the streets
'Cause you get popped (stay out the, bah)
Told my mom I'm sorry
(Huh?) I'm the one who sendin' shots (bah bah bah, brr)
I can't leave the streets
(Streets) 'cause the streets love me (love)
I can't leave the streets
(The streets) 'cause the streets love me (streets love me)
I can't leave the streets
(I can't) 'cause the streets love me
I can't leave the streets
(I can't) 'cause the streets love me

Written by:
Jordan Houston, Kamil Alex Boguski, Omar Jeffery Pineiro

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave

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