Love 4 The Streets Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, top 3

Rinsing out this bitch with a sponge

Fuckin' all the problems, now I never have none

I'm payin' off duties so my shifts stick longer

Trendin' on the main, pull the clog with a plunger

Yeah, puffin' all the racks, with two hoes on the phone

"Yeah, baby, I'll call you back, the bank callin bout my loans"

Call this hoe, mwah, mwah, bitch

Pull a boner off my dick, slickin' on this side

The other dirty with my growth

It's B2KOs

Fuckin' all your hoes

So hide all the bitches, till the streets all know

The name startin' with the letter B

Fuck her clean, she better be

Not a street lurker

Bitch Hangin' off the Hennessy

Four bitches tight, two-two in the morning light

And these niggas tight, tight with the Glocks

Straight pack, two mags, one coke, one gram

Sniff when I shoot straight, overdose off the crack

Love for the streets, fuck a bitch, then I leave

Toppin' all the others, the families grieve

Palace full of bad bitches, moth to a light

I don't want them any bugs, so I fuck em' all at night

Purple the name that I've given to myself

And I'm my biggest fan, so I only play myself

The number one rapper, self-entitled to the full

If I know how to judge, then I'm my own living proof

I'm bigger than the ceiling, so I'm jumpin' off the roof

You can't catch me, the sky is the limit

You ain't got a parachute

Niggas wantin' all the fame when they can give it to themselves

I'm livin' off of prophecies I've given to myself

So if I fail, I'll think of something else

Love for the streets