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streets (beast mode) - young thug lyrics

[intro]
b*tch i do my thing give me my credit on my debit
(we got london on da track)

[chorus]
i’m in the streets (i swear to god)
i told my boys, “let’s have a party” (let’s do it)
they just know that, because we made it out the streets (sheesh, sheesh)
i told big duck to kick her feet up, tryna get stuck cause i’m still around these streets
i’m living life inside the streets (living, living, living)
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 out them streets
[post*chorus]
b*tch i do my thing i need my credit on my debit
i wanna see spaghetti if you run around being petty
i got my pants out the grocery store they stuffеd with lettuce
waiting on my time my lifе my life is so hectic

[verse 1: young thug]
b*tch i’m in the game, i’m preaching like a reverend
i turn my swag (?)
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
make a (?) x rated, my shots causing guap
i spend them racks, i spend them racks on every one of my boys
now we the ones makin’ noise

[chorus]
i’m in the streets (i swear to god)
i told my boys, “let’s have a party” (let’s do it)
they just know that, because we made it out the streets (sheesh, sheesh)
i told big duck to kick her feet up, tryna get stuck cause i’m still around these streets
i’m living life inside the streets (living, living, living)
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 out them streets
[post*chorus]
b*tch i do my thing i need my credit on my debit
i wanna see spaghetti if you run around being petty
i got my pants out the grocery store they stuffed with lettuce
waiting on my time my life my life is so hectic

[verse 2: t.i]
man i thank god for my momma
bless her heart till this day
was slanging hard in my apartment fore music started to pay
fore records started to play, i was trafficking yay
and if it weren’t for going platinum i’d be trapping today
man i remember my cousin she let me walk with a dozen
yeah you would think i (?), f*cked up all of them
yeah me and my long barrel smith & wesson
is on the hunt for any unsuspecting victim who got whatever i want
i’m caked up i can go cop whatever i want, new watch whenever i want, a drop whenever i want
cause i remember what it used to be
dodging police shooting me, change of time i’m from the streets

[chorus]
i’m in the streets (i swear to god)
i told my boys, “let’s have a party” (let’s do it)
they just know that, because we made it out the streets (sheesh, sheesh)
i told big duck to kick her feet up, tryna get stuck cause i’m still around these streets
i’m living life inside the streets (living, living, living)
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 out them streets
[post*chorus]
b*tch i do my thing i need my credit on my debit
i wanna see spaghetti if you run around being petty
i got my pants out the grocery store they stuffed with lettuce
waiting on my time my life my life is so hectic

- young thug lyrics

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