Front Street lyrics

[Intro: Fredo Santana]
Front $treet
Savage Squad
Ayy, Gleesh what's up man
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh]
Standin' outside on Front Street
Yellow-black Charger it's a Bumblebee
Them n*ggas down there don't wanna rumble me
Them n*ggas down, 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 P's (trappin' ain't dead)
Thank God the Lord for trappin' this weed
Thank God the Lord for trappin' this weed

[Verse 1: Yung Gleesh]
I said I'm down the street on Front $treet
A hundred P's don't want beef
If n*gga wanna beat me
n*gga just don't wanna be
30 rounds and 30 rounds
The clip's holdin' 50 rounds
400 thousand shove it down
Still tryin' to calm me down
Pullin' out, pullin' out
Hoppin' out the van's loud
Droppin' off, droppin' off
Box of bullets coppin' out
Work with the workin' mobs
n*ggas they just coppin' out
Dirty block, dirty block, that's a dirty block
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Here's a dirty cop (watch out Gleesh)
All you n*ggas snitching with them dogs
The worst kind in the world
The best time when would I
[Chorus: Yung Gleesh]
Standin' outside on Front Street
Yellow-black Charger it's a Bumblebee
Them n*ggas down there don't wanna rumble me
Them n*ggas down, 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 P's (trappin' ain't dead)
Thank God the Lord for trappin' this weed
Thank God the Lord for trappin' this weed

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
On the corner sellin' marijuana, Gleeshy in that Charger, man we just hit a robbery
Been sellin' 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 n*ggas kill you and they best not do it sloppily
I got my Ruger, keep my Eagle, tote my tec, I keep my shooters and they do it for monopoly (sh*t easy man)
You don't want war boy, n*gga check the scoreboard
Pull up in a two door, pull up in a four door (skrt skrt skrt)
Shoot you in your front line, leave you on your front porch
pus*y ass n*gga, I told you you don't want war

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh]
Standin' outside on Front Street
Yellow-black Charger it's a Bumblebee
Them n*ggas down there don't wanna rumble me
Them n*ggas down, 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 P's (trappin' ain't dead)
Thank God the Lord for trappin' this weed
Thank God the Lord for trappin' this weed