Maxo Kream and A$AP Rocky - STREETS ALONE

(Shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo)
Yeah
Maxo, A$AP
Maxo, A$AP
Break it down, break it down
Send it off, yeah

Mama prayin' that I leave the streets alone
Preacher prayin' that I leave the reef alone
I'm just gettin' money, leave the beef alone
But I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE
Throw up my set, they get upset
They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats
I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet
I start the cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes
(Fuck, shit, bitch)

Two-tone AP, Richard's, Patek's
Bust down my neck (hey)
Diamond VV, water Fiji (trap)
Flooded with baguettes
Beretta, Draco, TEC (yeah)
Cream my clique but Crip my set
Persona money gang, I rep
Up the step like elevator, all my niggas take the steps
Sprained my ankle, broke my toe
Reppin' the steppin' for my bro (Hey)
Flexin', cappin' for them hoes
Kicked doors, we crash Geico (Hey, hey)
Carbon rifle, now that pussy bleedin' like he on his cycle
Forgiatto (whoa), choppin' blade (whoa)
Speedin' (whoa), Maxo Michael Myers (yeah)
Rappin', trappin', what I do
Shaggy Daphne, it was Scooby-Doo (vroom)
Shift double ups, sip double cups
Plugs on drugs, I serve, distribute
I know she stressed
Told my mama I could never leave the streets alone
Daddy Yankee with that gasolina
I serve reggaetón (Maxo, Maxo)

Mama prayin' that I leave the streets alone
Preacher prayin' that I leave the reef alone
I'm just gettin' money, leave the beef alone
But I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE
Throw up my set, they get upset
They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats
I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet
I start the cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes
(Fuck, shit, bitch, ooh)

They on my head, won't break a sweat
She let me hit it on her regs, then popped up preg'
My flow be raw just like some sex with no protection
Broke up with that ho through text, that bitch was vexxed
Onto the next
I can't trust a ho, that's why I sleep alone
Niggas out here strugglin', they need a loan
Call me Meagan Good, my money Nia Long
But I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, woadie (whoa-whoa)
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, woadie (whoa-whoa, whoa)

Came up out the hood, can't leave the streets alone
'Cause I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE
Throw up my set, they get upset
They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats
I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet
I start the cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes
(Fuck, shit, bitch, yeah)

Written by:
Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah, Norman Whitfield, Rakim Mayers, Ron LaTour

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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