streets need us (outro)

, they call us young rich niggas, for a reason, they told me leave the bando, it ain't that easy, hot boy, but my jewelry out the freezer, they try to take us from the streets, the streets they need us, they bust my trap one more time, moving my trap to geneva, face card a1 no steak sauce, no passport need no visa, we fuck up neiman marcus then we spend a stack on sneakers, shoot him in his face, he gonna' wish that he had jesus, they looking at me cause' they never seen money, pull up in a beamer with a onion, all benjamins, blue hundreds, came off the porch, i was wrapping mummies, al capone, meet the tommy, safe house, cross the country, bugs bunny got the bando jumping, straight out the jungle giuseppe jumanji, hop out the water, and dressing in lake, i'm talking in numbers, i ain't here for conversation, put some ice on my neck and put some ice on my bezel, hop out the whip with the mask like i'm jason, i walk where i want with the strap on my hip, i got the molly sack i'm in when i dip, i serve you some gas call that a quick trip, hit a bag for a show nigga that's a quick flip, tray 1 got a bankroll, i'm cooking up crack rock casserole, i got your unc in the finger fold, he went from hustling to smoking blows, now that shit be a damn shame, i got a hit blame it on cocaine, cocaine classes, coming out the rap, i swear to god tray1 ain't just rapping, yeah migo go get him, fuck the club up, fuck everybody with him, too many bullets came missin', i got a extra 30 shots in my balmain denims, whole team got racks, we a solid foundation, we just leave you with the sacks, backwoods ain't fat, and that's a cut pint, nigga that's a motherfucking fact, migo jerz, and i'm still on the curb, i'm a take his ass if you give me the word, take poured up so my words real slurred, if you want a.5 then you ain't getting served, yrn on my neck for life, north side og been earned my stripes, fuck with the migos, you gone' pay the price, i'm in the trap with a backwood shooting dice, sipping on lean but i'm gripping the rifa, young nigga i got more stripes than adidas, smile like a cheetah, i'm at the stables she work at the, running 10k for a visa, fuck her i leave her, i'm a rich nigga, i pull up in creature, young nigga ball like a preacher, young nigga stay with the strap, fuck up my check, i'm a get it right back, my niggas so crazy and that is a fact, bitches want to hate me because of the fame, i never would trust them because they the same, creeping through the night like bruce wayne, my money in my pocket gone' stay the same, skippa da flippa's the killer, the trap always gone' need me, i am the best dealer, i drop back a lil' one, i bet you gone' feel her, dab on a nigga, whole nigga in a chinchilla, old school mcgrady, i stay with the rocket, i got the cannon, make you pop, lock, and drop it, you talk about blue hundreds, that is my topic, you sipping karo need to stop, they call us young rich niggas, for a reason, they told me leave the bando, it ain't that easy, hot boy, but my jewelry out the freezer, they try to take us away from the streets, the streets they need us