old streets

old streets take it back to the old streets yeah u never catch me lacking got the 40 on hip make the chopper eat ur liver i got bricks going in and out the trap house no nigga ur FUCKING lam get tf out my face ur disgrace let the 40 hang glock 19s posted on ur block this anit no depression bitch this me telling u not to fuck me I'm dangerous on a killing spring i just dropped a body last week I'm a pit in streets I'm still that badass jit look me wrong take ur hood down yeah i just hoped up in that wipe hit gas I'm gone u anit going to catch I'm the fucking Grainger bread man but I'm not the one u wanna pick a fight with keep this shit silent like the gang trying to creep up behind me pistols always be clapping there's no bitching out in situations u got ur self into