Streets lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
b*tch, I do my thing, give me my credit on my debit
(We got London on da track)
Sheesh
Ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm in the streets (I swear to God)
I told my boys, "Let's have a party" (Let's do it)
Let's get gnarly because we made it out the streets (Sheesh, sheesh)
I told Big Duck to kick her feet up
Tryna get stuck 'cause your son run the streets
I'm livin' life inside the streets (Livin', livin', livin')
I want them racks right out the streets (Racks, racks)
I don't want them if they didn't come out the streets
On God, on God I want everything up out them streets

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
b*tch, I do my thing, I need my credit on my debit
I wan' see spaghetti if you run around being petty
I got my pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce
Waitin' on the time of my life, my life is so hectic

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hey, b*tch, I'm in the game, I'm preachin' like a reverend
I turn my swag up to rock, n*gga, no steady
I'm in beast mode, beast mode, beast mode
My brother Skooly, got pesos, case loads
I drop the top, turn it up, now I put on the rocks
Mickey Thompson, X rated, my shots costin' guap
I spend them racks, I spend them racks on every one of my boys
Now we the ones makin' noise
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm in the streets (I swear to God)
I told my boys, "Let's have a party" (Let's do it)
Let's get gnarly because we made it out the streets (Sheesh, sheesh)
I told Big Duck to kick her feet up
Tryna get stuck 'cause your son run the streets
I'm livin' life inside the streets (Livin', livin', livin')
I want them racks right out the streets (Racks, racks)
I don't want them if they didn't come out the streets
On God, on God I want everything up out them streets

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
b*tch, I do my thing, I need my credit on my debit
I wan' see spaghetti if you run around being petty
I got my pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce
Waitin' on the time of my life, my life is so hectic

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Man, I thank God for my momma
Bless her heart 'til this day
Was slangin' hard in my apartment 'fore music started to pay
'Fore records started to play, I was traffickin' yay
And if it weren't for going platinum, I'd be trappin' today
Man, I remember my cousin just let me walk with a dozen
Yeah, you would think I'd be on, huh? f*cked up all of them
Now me and my long barrel Smith and Wesson
Is on the hunt for any unsuspecting victim who got whatever I want
Hey, I'm caked up, I can go cop whatever I want
New watch whenever I want, a drop whenever I want
'Cause I remember when it used to be
Dodgin' police shootin' me, change of time, I'm from the streets
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Streets (I swear to God)
I told my boys, "Let's have a party" (Let's do it)
Let's get gnarly because we made it out the streets (Sheesh, sheesh)
I told Big Duck to kick her feet up
Tryna get stuck 'cause your son run the streets
I'm livin' life inside the streets (Livin', livin', livin')
I want them racks right out the streets (Racks, racks)
I don't want them if they didn't come out the streets
On God, on God I want everything up out them streets

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
b*tch, I do my thing, I need my credit on my debit
I wan' see spaghetti if you run around being petty
I got my pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce
Waitin' on the time of my life, my life is so hectic