Intro

Ayy, ayy, this what the streets want
Ayy, ayy, this what the streets want
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(TayTheMenace)

This what the streets want
I'm out here running up them bands, call me Lalo
My niggas runnin' in your crib, call 'em Deebo
You testified on that stand, that ain't G code, ayy, ayy
This what the streets want
I'm out here running up them bands, call me Lalo
My niggas runnin' in your crib, call 'em Deebo
How you testified on that stand? That ain't G code

Them crackers need to free Chico and free Fredo
I'll ride for my brothers any day, El Dorito
You know keep that burner on 'em everywhere that he go
I made it off my block, I'm the neighborhood hero
When things got rough, I stayed down, I stayed humble
Got it off the muscle
If you make money, don't let a nigga knock your hustle, 'cause
These niggas crabs in the bucket, they don't love you
They only fuck with you when you on your dick and they above you, but
This what the streets want
Always talking 'bout what he gon' do, I bet that he won't
Remember stayin' cross bush and goin' to bales with 'em
Me and Chico ran them hollers, they couldn't deal with us
'Member when my grandma died, that was a cold winter
Runnin' 'round them 'partments, I was a lil' nigga
Until I stepped in the game and got my chest bigger
Now I'm thuggin' with my niggas, you can't fuck with us
And if she fucked him once, then she'll fuck him again
So I don't trust these hoes, I'd rather fuck her friends
When you on your dick, you really see who your mans
So I keep my circle small, I can count on my hands
How many niggas I fuck with, niggas I grew up with
Ain't even in my circle, man, due to some fuck shit
When my brother died, man, I couldn't even function
It's an A4 party, you can't get in this function
And you a pussy, I can tell by your dialogue
Cold-hearted youngin, got this shit out the bottle
I don't even worry 'bout them niggas, so don't mention a opper
'Cause he gon' stay inside when they open outside up, real shit
Ain't 150, but got some niggas that'll kill shit
My lil' homie, he TTG, ready to drill shit
I be like, "Chill, jit," he a hothead, always looking for a sweet lick

This what the streets want
I'm out here running up them bands, call me Lalo
My niggas runnin' in your crib, call 'em Deebo
You testified on that stand, that ain't G code, ayy, ayy
This what the streets want
I'm out here running up them bands, call me Lalo
My niggas runnin' in your crib, call 'em Deebo
How you testified on that stand? That ain't G code
This what the streets want
I'm out here running up them bands, call me Lalo
My niggas runnin' in your crib, call 'em Deebo
You testified on that stand, that ain't G code, ayy, ayy
This what the streets want
I'm out here running up them bands, call me Lalo
My niggas runnin' in your crib, call 'em Deebo
How you testified on that stand? That ain't G code