FES TAYLOR - The Streets lyrics

rate me

My S.I. swagger, I'm kill'n em the best style faster

The shook and touched by a rapper

They thinking it's just music, Like my Nike Airs I just do it

This here life neck and my wrist blue, It's how fish do it

Chef it to the block, My bitches love hard cock

I stuff a quarter of soft right in their twat

My block, I'm like a soldier with fatigues on strapped

With stripes, Like a General leaving for Iraq

My drive, Be successful leaving and then fly back

Hit the road, Yeah we eating, So pieces dived that

Taylor, I was leaning on corners with my back

Up against the wall, Had no choice but fire back

Now, Benz truck with the tires on the back

They was in the Doge Shadow when my tires had a flat

Ohh, Why you hate Fes, Cause I stay fresh

Young black nigga from the hood and you make less

Been in the streets, Been-Been-Been in the streets

Been-Been-Been in the streets, Shaolin stomp with Timberland feet

Is it the way that my jeans hang over my kicks

When you see me I'll be on the G strolle with my bitch

Skipping towns like I'm owing a grip, Set show em respect

I'm repping alone, I'm home on the strip

Zone with the kids, You feel me cause you know what it is

All you eying from the sideline probing my biz

Hell right now I'm open for biz

And my life style's blowing your wig

How they like wild'n with the kid

Like a nigga fresh home from a bid

Focus on tips, City boy post on the pigs

Focus on his, Supposed to stay close to the ridge

You know anything fucking with a soldier this big

Watch me now son, I'm over the bridge

Type a nigga have his outfit matching with the boat and the crib

Why you talking, Why you open your gibbs

No points for me to open your wig, Nobody know who you is nigga