Street Lights

[Intro]
Haha, street lights, street lights, street lights
Ayy, ayy, G, turn me up, ooh-ooh
Fuck y'all niggas

[Chorus: P-Dice]
What's the deal, uff with us, get for real
Count a grip, bound to trip, pop a fifth, let it spill, ooh
Lot of skis, throw them bands, not a thing
Roll a lamb, swoll up pants, know the fans gotta scream, ooh
Let any of this Remy go to waste, hell no, I'ma drink it all
Ask me if I'm runnin' out of cake, hell no, what you thinkin', dog?
He like [?] that's what he like
Street lights, shots all on a street light, ooh

[Verse 1: P-Dice]
I got dough for your info
Do you know what you in for?
Head pop, AK's when the lead pop
Bed rock, AK on your dreadlocks
Tell the chick grow up, hella chips on us, need a lift, roll up
I'ma sick, go nuts, see the sickos blush, I could sit on plush
Swarm you, hella haters tryna swarm you
Goin' through, I know exactly what you goin' through, hitter
Aw, she get her lips involved, might just hit her raw
Sittin' tall, why you sittin' poor? Why I'm shippin' off?
Give a damn, look at [?] spam out the freakin' land
Sick of playin' kickin' whippin' jams, what's the difference? Ooh

[Chorus: P-Dice]
What's the deal, uff with us, get for real
Count a grip, bound to trip, pop a fifth, let it spill, ooh
Lot of skis, throw them bands, not a thing
Roll a lamb, swoll up pants, know the fans gotta scream, ooh
Let any of this Remy go to waste, hell no, I'ma drink it all
Ask me if I'm runnin' out of cake, hell no, what you thinkin', dog?
He like [?] that's what he like
Street lights, shots all on a street light, ooh

[Verse 2: E Dirt]
Street life, this the life we chose
I been up since dawn 'til everything close
I be out all night 'til everything go
Tryna stack them chips up, Pringles
'Cause I be on my grind each and every day
You know I got that loud, I be movin' weight
Paparazzi takin' pictures, fuck 'em in my face
No time to socialize, no interview
But try to take what's mine, that'll be the end of you
I came from nothin', now, look where we at
A few miscommunications but I got it locked
Down nigga, there's no we around nigga
Try to play me, thirty-eight’ll take a chunk out niggas
Watch out for the [?] even them some jump out niggas
I be all in the trap with my jumps out
But I take flight like a jacket if these motherfuckers jump out
If these motherfuckers jump out
Pyurhell nigga, P-Dice, E Dirt nigga, yeah, yeah
Pyurhell nigga, P-Dice, E Dirt nigga, yeah, yeah
Pyurhell nigga, P-Dice, E Dirt nigga, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: P-Dice]
What's the deal, uff with us, get for real
Count a grip, bound to trip, pop a fifth, let it spill, ooh
Lot of skis, throw them bands, not a thing
Roll a lamb, swoll up pants, know the fans gotta scream, ooh
Let any of this Remy go to waste, hell no, I'ma drink it all
Ask me if I'm runnin' out of cake, hell no, what you thinkin', dog?
He like [?] that's what he like
Street lights, shots all on a street light, ooh