Streets Is Bakk
[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]
Real shit, the gangstas got a code
For niggas bustin' they gun and still slang a lot of dope (Hustlin'!)
Big chain around the throat
Fuck bitches and leave, I don't lay around and smoke (Haaa!)
I hate when fuck niggas say they fire toast
But niggas killed your man, why ain't nobody smoked? (What happened to that?)
My plug get the 'caine in by the boat
Re'd up with some much bread he thought I came to buy a boat (Hahaha)
See me in Cali, I came to buy the smoke
Knocking that Nip Hussle with the stainless by the coat (Marathon!)
I don't travel without a gun
These rap niggas is pussy, you call them out, they run
I'm every mеmber of Slaughterhouse in onе
That's not a diss, I'm just saying that I'm hot as shit
All the grams I sold
From Chicago to Pittsburgh like Amber Rose
Uh, goddamn I'm cold
[Chorus: Conway The Machine]
The streets is back, yeah, the streets back nigga
The streets is back, yeah, the streets back nigga
The streets is back, yeah, the streets back nigga
The streets is back, yeah, the streets back nigga!
Yeah, niggas play it and go bananas
Play it while they cooking 'caine and loading up their hammer
For niggas that's dead and gone, niggas that's in the slammer
Real niggas gone' feel this shit from New York to Atlanta
Let's go
[Verse 2: Conway The Machine]
You planning to cross homes
Skull and cross bones
Take the back of the strap, crush your jaw bone (gun-buttin' niggas)
I'm still leaving the club, riding large chrome
Bitch with me, she don't want to fuck? Fuck it, walk home
Fuck is y'all on?
Fuck is y'all on? Chew a nigga like my blue-nose through a dog bone
I have my niggas in your crib, where you call home
Playing with your kids, gun to your baby mom dome (Goon shit)
Niggas frontin' like they ain't gotta write it (Huh?)
Then I hear these niggas' music and I'm not excited (Garbage!)
I see a bad bitch, I just gotta pipe it (Come here, bitch)
West got the four wheeler, but I just gotta bike it (Vroom)
Poppin' wheelies on the eleven hundred
Rocking Jimmy's, only eleven hundred
Shop with twenties, only put up the hundreds
Pop the semi, only if niggas want it
Come on
[Chorus: Conway The Machine]
[Verse 3: Freck Billionaire]
The way I dress, you would think Hermes endorse this bill
VVS's on the wrist wear, of course it's real
Tap lightly on the gas, watch the horses peel
Nobody close to me, I know how a orphan feels
Fuck credit, when I shop bitch, I hand them cash
Posted with the white and green, Brandon Bass
Known ghost writer, I can make your verse heat
I get Dwight Wade, Lakers first Heat (Get it?)
I make the hoes wonder, 'cause I'm getting bread bitch
And the new sedan floating like a dead fish
Reptile band, when I got my AP on
I told the jeweler Crockett like Affion
Flying Spurs so the Hefferson know
Freck got a white Bentley like the Jefferson show
Won money out in A.C, casino pays
Drop chips on my clothes, that's Fredo Lays
[Chorus: Conway The Machine]
[Outro: Conway The Machine]
Haha, you see what I mean nigga?
I'm the only nigga in the game that can do this, nigga
Who else can give you a Still Ballin', nigga
And give you this?'
Know what I mean?
At the same time, on the same project nigga
I'm just playing with you niggas, like...
Shit finna get real for y'all
