Streets Need Us (Outro)

[Hook: Takeoff] They call us young rich niggas, for a reason They told me leave the bando, it ain't that easy Hot boy, but my jewelry out the freezer They try to take us from the streets, the streets they need us [Bridge: Takeoff & Jose Guapo] They bust my trap one more time, moving my trap to Geneva Face card A1 no steak sauce, no passport need no Visa We fuck up Neiman Marcus, we spend a stack on sneakers Shoot him in his face, he gonna' wish that he had Jesus [Verse 1: Quavo] They looking at me cause' they never seen money Pull up in a Beamer with a onion All Benjamins, blue hundreds Came off the porch, I was wrapping mummies Al Capone, meet the Tommy Safe house, cross the country Bugs Bunny got the bando jumping Straight out the jungle, Giuseppe Jumanji [Verse 2: Jose Guapo] Hop out the whip and I'm dressed in the latest I'm talking numbers, I ain't here for conversation Put some ice on my neck and put some ice on my Bezel Hop out the whip with the mask like I'm Jason I walk where I want with that strap on my hip I got the molly sack I'm good when I dip I serve you some gas, call that a QuikTrip Hit a bag for a show nigga, that's a quick flip [Verse 3: Tray1] Tray 1 got a bankroll I'm cooking up crack rock casserole I got your unc in the finger fold He went from hustling to smoking blow Now that shit be a damn shame I got a hit, blame it on cocaine Cocaine classic, coming out the wrapper I swear to god Tray1 ain't just rapping [Verse 4: Migo Domingo] Young nigga go get him Fuck the club up, fuck everybody with him Too many bullets, can't miss him I got a extra 30 shots in my Balmain denims Whole team got racks We a solid foundation, we just leave you with the sacks Your Backwoods ain't fat And that's a cut pint, nigga that's a motherfucking fact [Verse 5: Migo Jerz] Migo JerZ And I'm still on the curb I'ma jugg his ass if you give me the word Take poured up so my words real slurred If you want a point five then you ain't getting served YRN on my neck for life North side OG, been earned my stripes Fuck with the Migos, you gon' pay the price I'm in the trap with a Backwood, shooting dice [Verse 6: Johnny Cinco] Pop the 4, Trey got that shit out the liter Sippin on lean but I'm cooking the reefer Young nigga I got more stripes than Adidas Smile like a cheetah Ho from the stables she work at the [?] Running 10k for a visa Fuck her and leave her I'm a rich nigga, I pull up in creature Young nigga ball like a preacher [Verse 7: YRN Lingo] Migo, Lingo Young nigga stay with the strap Fuck up my check, I'ma get it right back My niggas are crazy and that is a fact Bitches want to hate because of the fame I never would trust them because they the same Creeping through the night like Bruce Wayne My money in my pocket gon' stay the same [Verse 8: Skippa da Flippa] Skippa da Flippa's the killer The trap always gone' need me, I'm the best dealer Arch your back lil more, now I bet you gone' feel 'er Dab on a nigga ho in a chinchilla Old school McGrady, I stay with the Rocket I got the cannon, make you pop, lock, and drop it You talk about blue hundreds, that is my topic You sipping Karo, need to stop it [Hook: Takeoff] They call us young rich niggas, for a reason They told me leave the bando, it ain't that easy Hot boy, but my jewelry out the freezer They try to take us away from the streets, the streets they need us