Streets On Lock lyrics

[Chorus]
Streets on lock, Beamers on stop
Bullets bounce back, leave the drivers unshot
City on my shoulder, Slauson Ave. soldier
So to all my enemies, my dead body is a trophy
Talkin' ’bout trophies, I think I deserve one
Hotter n*gga in these streets, holla if you heard one
Know a n*gga sick 'cause I'm the sh*t with no surgeon
And them Roc Nation rumors ain’t true, but yeah, I heard 'em

[Verse 1]
Swervin' in that new Lexus with the shift kit on the steering
Wheel, step, 'tronic, got muthaf*cka purrin'
One thing's for sure, two things for certain
West Coast, Nipsey Hussle, game over, closed curtains
On my pursuit of happiness, I made the cash double
And introduced Italian shoes to German gas pedals
Like Gucci and Prada, here's Benzes and Beamers
All Money In, let no materials come in between us
I know they hopin' they could BMF and Big Meech us
But I got lawyers paid up and off last features
I singlehandedly became the man in my region
You would think it’s a crime how they witnessed my genius

[Chorus]
Streets on lock, Beamers on stop
Bullets bounce back, leave the drivers unshot
City on my shoulder, Slauson Ave. soldier
So to all my enemies, my dead body is a trophy
Talkin’ 'bout trophies, I think I deserve one
Hotter n*gga in these streets, holla if you heard one
Know a n*gga sick ’cause I'm the sh*t with no surgeon
And them Roc Nation rumors ain't true, but yeah, I heard 'em
[Verse 2]
Swervin’ in that black Beamer with them button-pressed curtains
They go up and she go down and serve a n*gga like a servant
Pull it out her mouth and she gon' ride it like a surfer
Phone ringin', she pick up and tell her man she workin'
Slurpin', everything a n*gga got to urfer, offer
I'ma f*ck once and I'll be off her
On to, bigger, better things like the dollar
Amount that Epic want versus what Def Jam offered