SJ - Streets lyrics

[intro] Sixty For the gang [Verse 1:Dimzy] x3 Man a got beef in the streets Man a put skengs in the streets Man a put food on streets That's not ammi your smoking big man That buds coming like leaf Connect came in with a bundle Call him a locksmith bringing in keys (trap trap trap trap) [Verse 2:Sj] I move low but I'm bait Man bang this ting after you man That's how you know mans face This beef ain't fake Ain't in all the horsemeat Smokeskees cutting down steak And word to my wiser Gs' that b**h can never be bae My loyalty's tied I'm here with the 6 to roll anytime Won't switch my side They know I'll ride like Alton towers Do road with on snap five-hundred miles in 48 hours I've seen man scared, they run and drop, get stabbed like cowards Dice them packs into parcels going through work on a daily Man I'll headlock man for his stuff take that like is that don crazy Mash can't fit in the bag put it on the backseat it's weighty If he lacks on the ride man I'll shed out the car with him and his lady Don't lack, don't rap man slept on your block yeah man did cam I swear down I live what I rap yeah man-a-man rap cah I want to Live corn like LD, Ten toes cause I walk in my SC's Free Garz Free ST fresh home speeding through the SC [Verse 3: Dimzy] More pods 50 Me and ASAP on the high roads in the cars doing 50 Had to rev it up just a bit more cos the bus tried clip me My n***as been firing skengs man's way too itchy I see dem man in the field they run away they're b**hy He got one in his face that night, don't question the 60 Life ain't fair and I don't care Bro walked in with a square in the pack and it's screaming smells kinda rare Who are these yutes, who are these breh's, 67K what where? We got skengs on skengs right here and a crash round there had a smoke round there I phone up bro got the 50 shot , this ringer over there My phone rings off I need that Guap, I need your shares Tryna make my stack fat like a hundred Argos catalogues Tell a b**h get back actually why not you run along My n***as put food on the map, Where you think the skengs dem come from? x2 [Verse 4: Liquez] n***as talk like they're on and they on piss Got 6 shots in the 3 fifth, dare any n***a try slip And I'm swearing to God if I see any opp imma empty the clip Couldn't care about sh** Anytime, anywhere you get hit with the MIS Try f** with the 6 Me and gang hang out in the whip doing hits No love for a b**h, only love for my brothers that I got from the 6 Try f** with my brothers, put my hand on my heart you get left in the ditch Everyone knows that 357 that I grip [Verse 5: ASAP] Two fat packs in a truck, Coming like Biggs and Fridge I ain't leaving till i get rid of that sh** (No way) And my trap stack ain't thin but I need it way more thick f** a trap queen b**h come hold this dick Two skengs in the automatic, trap till I die I got crackheads with them smack heads Rambo chef splash chef ASAP loves it 6 in a spin hot shells skid round in the drive then dump it Like man's a real g these p**y boys can't beef me (No way) You can get shot in the face with the dots for adding a K to the 60 Free my n***a Doggy, M Skeng and Incy (free dem) Feds want us locked till we're old and wrinkly (dickheads!) [Verse 6: Dimzy] x2 Man a got beef in the streets Man a put skengs in the streets Man a put food on streets (streets) That's not ammi your smoking big man That buds coming like leaf Connect came in with a bundle Call him a locksmith bringing in keys (trap trap trap trap)