p.o.a.s Lyrics

Streets are cold

Lick a mink pick a shooter

Lay it down laying down with the looters

Don't play it down break it down with a chopper

On your knees

Bless it up try your luck

Streets are cold

Lick a mink pick a shooter

Lay it down laying down with the looters

Don't play it down break it down with a chopper

On your knees

Bless it up try your luck

Swiping on a sunday for the offering

I don't wanna shoot at the reverend

I don't wanna sin for the money bag

Errone digging for the honey man

Knock on your door let nigga in

Come i give you god for a hundred racks

Angels in your house for the booty bag

Demon in your sermon with a cooler bag

Trapping monday

Giving my hustle to a sunday

Pimping honey

Taking my cut on a daily

Drenched in water

Blessed up prayers i'm dripping

Binnes popping

Pulling up socks i'm daddy

Streets are cold

Lick a mink pick a shooter

Lay it down laying down with the looters

Don't play it down break it down with a chopper

On your knees

Bless it up try your luck

Streets are cold

Lick a mink pick a shooter

Lay it down laying down with the looters

Don't play it down break it down with a chopper

On your knees

Bless it up try your luck

Blood in a double cup

Bread on a silver spoon

God in a sicker mood

Erbodeh sick of you

I don't see bulletproof

Might get a bullet wound

Lost in the evil maze

Might catch a doobie face

Filled to the brim

Touching my lace

Spilling my juice

You spoiling my mood

Keep touching my face

Gon catch a case

We on a race i want a raise just count your days

No face no case