Front Street - Fredo Santana, Yung Gleesh

Front Street

Savage Squad

Ay Gleesh what’s up man

(808 Mafia)

Standing outside on Front Street

Yellow-black Charger it’s a Bumblebee

Them niggas down there don’t wanna run with me

Them niggas done they don’t want none of me

A hundred keys up that’s a hundred key

A hundred P’s up that’s a hundred piece

Thank God the Lord for trapping this weed

Thank God the Lord for trapping this weed

I said I’m down the street on Front Street

A hundred P’s don’t want beef

If niggas want to beat me

Niggas just don’t wanna be

30 rounds and 30 rounds

The clip’s holding 50 rounds

400 thousand shove it down

Still trying to calm me down

Pulling out, pulling out

Up and up the van’s loud

Dropping off, dropping off

Box of bullets copping out

Work with the working mobs

Niggas they just copping out

Dirty block, dirty block, that’s a dirty block

(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)

That’s a dirty cop

All you niggas sit there with the dog

The worst kind in the world

The best time

Standing outside on Front Street

Yellow-black Charger it’s a Bumblebee

Them niggas down there don’t wanna run with me

Them niggas done they don’t want none of me

A hundred keys up that’s a hundred key

A hundred squeeze up that’s a hundred piece

Thank God the Lord for trapping this weed

Thank God the Lord for trapping this weed

On the corner selling marijuana, Gleeshy in that Charger

Man we just hit a robbery

Been selling crack since I was eleven, I’m a triple OG

Man ain’t nobody hard as me

I’ll put this paper on your head, I’ll tell my niggas kill you

And they best not do it sloppily

I got my Ruger to my Eagle, told my tank I keep my shooters

And they do it for monopoly

You don’t want war boy, nigga check the scoreboard

Pull up in a two door, pull up in a four door

Shoot you in your front line, leave you on your front porch

Pussy ass nigga, I told you you don’t want war

Standing outside on Front Street

Yellow-black Charger it’s a Bumblebee

Them niggas down there don’t wanna run with me

Them niggas done they don’t want none of me

A hundred keys up that’s a hundred key

A hundred P’s up that’s a hundred piece

Thank God the Lord for trapping this weed

Thank God the Lord for trapping this weed