Street Kontrol - Lil Twist

Mula

Still I be loaded the streets we controlling

I ride with Hoody he rollin, he rollin

The shit that we smoking it’s potent, it’s potent

This desert we toting it’s golden, it’s golden

The hollows it’s holding, knock heads off a pony

This white in pocket, nickname Andrew Bogut

A pimp gotta limp like one leg it be broken

And when in LA, cut the top off the Lotus

And when I’m in Dallas I roll round with Fadi,

That Benz a big body, it’s Mula gang, COPY

And bitch I’m too famous can’t meet in the lobby

I feel like Slick Rick, hoes call me «loddy doddy»

And when I’m with Tune, pop a perc, pop a Ollie

Remember the days we would wrap the Denali

And sell the CD’s, we would hope that they buy it

It’s crazy we went from commercial to private

It’s crazy how, we scrape that work and it’s FINE

It’s crazy how, we flipping work all the time

It’s crazy how, we got them drugs, wanna try?

I’m sitting in this bitch and I’m on a perc diet

I got that work, know u heard, they ain’t lying

I got them birds in a box, they ain’t blind

I got The Rock in my sock, Mankind

W.W.E, World Wide Ex-Con

Twizzy F. Baby ima fool, Another level

These other Lil niggas making deals with the devil

This is real Hip Hop ima have to gone check em

I don’t fuck with Lil Xan I don’t fuck with Lil Tecca

I treat this shit serious y’all niggas being extra

Ima start calling hands, come and spar with the rebel

Breakfast of champions cup of syrup and a ego

You think you a angel, get to bussin at ya halo

I roll with a bad bitch, I call that bitch Bae-Lo

We get to the room quick I stick it in her A hole

She lean with it, rock with it, and snap like Fabo

She walked in the room broke but left on a Payroll

She say «You got that sauce"now she walking out Preggo

She know I got them bars, stack them bitches like LEGO’s

Twizzy F. Baby and the F is for Faygo

She say «You got that white?"Spread that shit like Mayo

All around the world can’t nan nigga stop me

She say «You got that drip"now she slipping Ice Hockey

I just got off probation let another nigga try me

I was 14 and poppin YALL niggas was just watching

Stuff a nigga in a box, roll em out on a dolly

Now the pussy nigga crying, now he screaming out sorry

Asking God for forgiveness, I reply back «Probably»

I reply back «Probably»

I’m way too solid, never had dreams of me going to college

I knew I’ll have money in my jeans, if I stayed in my pocket

Had to stay down and rock it

I got the game from the game that’s when Tune went adopted

Now I gotta room on the island

Now we in Liv money piling

We got the hoes body piling

We on the couch and we wilding

Now I got Drake on speed dial (and)

I hit my bro like «What Up»

I got that drank in the truck

We in T. Dot like «What Up»

I’m on my way to the club

I got that Wok, po it up

I got some candy, two cups

I got blues faces, few dubs

I hit the block with my thugs

We pushing work, I give the pack a lil shove (Ohh)

I shipped the pack way to London, I’m on this shit with my brovs

We on this shit got our eyes big as Pugs

We ain’t no stranger to drugs

We ain’t no stranger to drugs

I brought my banger in the club

I brought my ruger and snub

Don’t get yo homie fucked up

Cause man I’m fucked up

Still I be loaded the streets we controlling

I ride with hoody he rollin, he rollin

The shit that we smoking it’s potent, it’s potent

This desert we toting it’s golden, it’s golden

The hollows it’s holding, knock heads off a pony

This white in pocket, nickname Andrew Bogut

A pimp gotta limp like one leg it be broken

And when in LA cut the top off the Lotus