Maxo Kream – STREETS ALONE Lyrics

Maxo Kream STREETS ALONE Lyrics, STREETS ALONE Lyrics by Maxo Kream ft A$AP Rocky

Mama praying that I leave the streets alone
Preacher prayin that I leave the reefer ‘lone
I’m just getting money, leave the beef alone
But I’m out here thuggin’ in my tee Vlone
Throw up my set, they get upset
They comin at me indirect, they sendin’ threats
I’m bustin’ out laughing, effect, no internet
I start to cursin’ like tourettes or like Sheck Wes (Fuck, shit, bitch)

Two toned AP Rich as Patek, buss down my neck
Diamond VV, water Fiji, flooded with baguettes
Buretta draco techs, Kream my clique, but crip my set
Persona money gang I rep
Up stuck like elevators, all my n***** take the steps
Sprung my ankle, broke my toe
Reppin’ and steppin’ for my bro
Flexin’ cappin’ for them hoes
Kick doors we crunch like Geico
Carbon rifle, now that pussy bleedin’ like he on a cycle
Forgiato, choppin’ blades, speedin’ Maxo Michael Myers
Rappin’, trappin’ what I do, Shaggy, Daphne, where is Scooby Doo?
Ship double up, sip double cup, plugs on drugs I serve distribution
I know she stressed, told my mama I can never leave the streets alone
Daddy Yankee with that gasolina, I serve reggaeton

Mama praying that I leave the streets alone
Preacher prayin that I leave the reefer ‘lone
I’m just gettin’ money, leave the beef alone
But I’m out here thuggin’ in my tee Vlone
Throw up my set, they get upset
They comin’ at me indirect, they sendin’ threats
I’m bustin’ out laughing, effect, no internet
I start to cursin’ like tourettes or like Sheck Wes (Fuck, shit, bitch)

They on my head, won’t break a sweat
She let me hit it on the reg, then popped up preg
My flow be gorgeous like some sex, but no protection
Broke up with that hoe thru text, that bitch was vex
On to the next

I can’t trust a hoe, that’s why I sleep alone
N***** out here struggling, they need a loan
Call me Meagan Good, my money Nia Long
But I’m out here thuggin’ in my tee Vlone

Came up out the hood, can’t leave the streets alone
‘Cause I’m out here thuggin’ in my tee Vlone
Throw up my set, they get upset
They comin’ at me indirect, they sendin’ threats
I’m bustin’ out laughing, effect, no internet
I start to cursin’ like tourettes or like Sheck Wes (Fuck, shit, bitch)