Street Lessons lyrics

[Intro]
(Lil Polo Jr. on the beat, n*gga, you know how we rockin’)
Ayy, Trigga, what you on, n*gga?
Gimme a body count
What you on, n*gga? (Posted up, back when I was servin’ them bricks), hah
Ayy, it's Polo (I ain't on nothin')
Same sh*t, different day, gang sh*t

[Chorus]
Murder squad, we be drillin’ sh*t (Drillin’)
Load the chop, now we spinnin’ sh*t (Spinnin’)
n*gga talk tough, now he missin’ quick
Hollow tips f*ck up his ligaments
Tell me how you really want this sh*t
Draco, Glock, extendo clips
Ain't no cap, we don’t do pretend
Run up on us, we gon' spin again (Baow)
f*ck n*gga screamin’, his chest hit (Boom-boom)
Ain't no survivin’, we stretch sh*t (Bow)
Bodies keep droppin', no exit (Bow)
Shooters pop out, ain't no question

[Verse]
pus*y n*gga, you ain’t on sh*t (Nah)
Walk down, hit 'em up quick (Grrah)
Switchy go brrrt, now he stiff (Damn)
Ain’t no revivin’ that b*tch (Nah)
f*ck his mama, she cryin' and sh*t (f*ck her)
Light up the block with this fire, lil' b*tch (Yeah)
Hundred rounds jump out the K, I don't miss (Nah)
b*tch, I been slidin' since way back in ‘12 (n*gga)
Ayy, who want the smoke? (Who?)
We turn his ass to a ghost (Ghost)
He tried to run, caught one to the throat (Boom)
Brains on the curb, that's murder he wrote (Yeah)
I keep a pole, I keep a switch (Grrt)
f*ck all the talkin’, we get n*ggas hit (Baow)
Ain't no remorse, I ain't feelin' no sh*t
f*ck all them opps, they got put in a ditch
[Chorus]
Murder squad, we just drillin’ sh*t (Drillin’)
Load the chop, now we spinnin’ sh*t (Spinnin’)
n*gga talk tough, now he missin’ quick
Hollow tips f*ck up his ligaments
Tell me how you really want this sh*t
Draco, Glock, extendo clips
Ain't no cap, we don’t do pretend
Run up on us, we gon' spin again (Baow)
f*ck n*gga screamin’, his chest hit (Boom-boom)
Ain't no survivin’, we stretch sh*t (Bow)
Bodies keep droppin', no exit (Bow)
Shooters pop out, ain't no question

[Outro]
(What you on, n*gga?) Yeah, huh (We gon’ spin again)
You know what it is, Eastside, red zone, b*tch (Shooters pop out, ain't no question)
Ain’t no talkin’, we put hollows in faces, who next today?
f*ck n*gga, you know how we rock, gang sh*t
Murder squad, big steppin’ sh*t, yeah, hah
Smokin’ opps on some reckless sh*t
Yeah, you know what it is, free all the real ones, f*ck all the feds