Streeters - King Lil G

What it is you bang homie?

What it is you claim huh?

Better rep your shit right

Better know your place huh

Better not be talkin' tough

Better catch that fade huh

Where I come from I see ‘em dying everyday

From a youngin' I was taught to hustle

I love my hood I learned the game and I survived the struggle

Hell yeah we gon' ride in this bitch, homicide in this bitch

Send a message through a DM, spend some time with your bitch

See the shine on the wrist, better grind til you rich

I’m on rodeo drive eatin' lobster with my clique

I’m just a ghetto boy ready when the trouble comes

In balencia about to fuck the summer up

I’m the next runner up bout to go and double up

I gave her Louis Vuittons fuck it I say run it up

I used to mob around my bike, handlebars

Gang territories how you get these battle scars

Don’t get it twisted though, south side we handle ours

Free my streeters, and all my dogs behind the bars

South X-V-3 pushin' it til I D-I-E

Better stop front talkin' on me

To the youngsters and all the OG’s (Yeah)

What it is you bang homie?

What it is you claim huh?

Better rep your shit right

Better know your place huh

Better not be talkin' tough

Better catch that fade huh

Where I come from I see ‘em dying everyday

18 dangerous, not too many wanna bang with us

Located in Los Angeles, we always been notorious

Not too many wanna aim at us, we love to bust

You suckas be ramblin' scramblin'

Put yo homies in a ambulance with violins

I been chillin' just tryna win

Lots of weed in my oxygen

On the block with no common sense

On the block countin' benjamins

That’s what you should do if you knew what the gang will do to you

Been in this shit with a bullet proof, rockin' chucks and dodger blue

All these enemies gotta fight one

All these hoes just ain’t the right one

All these blunts I gotta light one

All this weed I gotta buy some

Told the Mexican doin' his thing

And I’m never gon' stop and I pull up all in a drop

Anybody wanna come and get it

Fuck it I’ma do it in the middle of the summer like bang

What it is you bang homie?

What it is you claim huh?

Better rep your shit right

Better know your place huh

Better not be talkin' tough

Better catch that fade huh

Where I come from I see ‘em dying everyday