YBK Omega - Streets Lyrics

As the party go on and on and on
You risk yo' life when you riding with yo' gun
But if you die you just make sure you get it done
The streets set up for both of us
I don't wanna talk don't like to open up
I can't even let nobody close to us
She be f*cking both of us
Niggas in they feelings I can't feel that shit
Rappers don't want smoke that's in the industry
I'm smoking strong yeah that shit healing me
At war with myself ain't got no enemies
Yeah I know they f*cking with my energy
I ain't gone stress yeah that shit killing me
RIP to Juice don't need a pill to eat
Listen to this shit I know you feeling me
Might go on a killing spree
Cause in this rap game I'm killing 'em lyrically
Remix that shit I'm killing 'em literally
Balling on these niggas I'm the MVP
I'm balling on these niggas I'm the MVP (yeah)
You know I ain't fake so everybody get a chance now
I can't trust my city everybody got they hands out
Bitch you know I'm litty
Got my feeling like the man now
Switching different spots
Go stay the night all at my friends house
Let the party go on and on and on
Take a shot it go on and on and on
You risk yo' life when you riding with yo' gun
But if you die you just make sure you get it done
Let the party go on and on and on
Take a shot it go on and on and on
You risk yo' life when you riding with yo' gun
But if you die you just make sure you get it done
YBK feel like they feeling that
Bitches quick to typing on the internet
This shit last forever
We be pushing mink
Bad bitch open up I know that pussy pink
Prices cheap
This bitch wanna wifey me
I been working hard like everyday
I'm trynna fight the sleep
I can't conversate'
I got a play might grab a bite to eat
I might have to waive, I'm acting boujee'
I ain't got time to speak
I'm finding peace but truth be told can't f*ck with you
I gotta run my money up
I'm trynna buy a truck or two
Just make sure it's some good that's in they mouth when they discussing you
It's perfect if she yo' best friend and yo' lover
Y'all a couple too
But I can't trust no bitch I notice all of 'em be so fanned out
Remember I was broke now I be flexing rubber bands now
On and on and on
Take a shot it go on and on and on
You risk yo' life when you riding with yo' gun
But if you die you just make sure you get it done
Let the party go
(On and on and on and on and)
(On and on and on and on and)
(On, on and on and)
(On, on and on and)