Never

Bitch, you know I can't leave, ho
 Ho, you know I can't leave, ho
 Can't never ever leave, ho
 And I'll never let the streets go
 Man, I really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo
 And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot
 No matter what, I'll never tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah
 Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round
 Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall, run him down
 I swear to God, I'm a legend in my stomping ground
 Better have a rod, nigga catch you in my stomping ground
 Better have a rod up in that 30, in that section
 We'll murder any second, Glock-30, 357
 Could take the TEC but I look better with the MAC-10
 I know you heard about us steppin' like we tap dance
 And your lil flipper let me rip her 'cause my accent
 Told her I'm really tryna dick her, fuck a lap dance
 And we got them straps in this bitch like it's Pakistan
 And the packs all tan, fuck the tax y'all payin'
 I been gettin' it kind of cheap, feel like Meech or like Meek
 Oh, y'all thought that I was finished? Bitch, I'm still tryna eat
 I just signed my deal but I'm still in them streets
 Rest in peace Zoe Rella, why they steal him from me
 And I'll never let the streets go
 Man, I really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo
 And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot
 No matter what, I'll never tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah
 Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round
 Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall, run him down
 I swear to God, I'm a legend in my stomping ground
 Better have a rod, nigga catch you in my stomping ground
 Young nigga died with a gun in hand
 Mission undercover, she'll never see her son again
 Got one in the coupe, and play, I'm shootin', I ain't fumblin'
 Chewin' Xans, tootin' sand, hooligans, I'm the one with you to the can
 Now what you know 'bout hittin' that Ruger dance?
 Put that tooly on your shooter, he won't shoot again
 Taught you that, bitch,
 shoot off his fingers, now he can't use his hands
 Bullets goin' through that man, at the funeral, can't view that man
 Casket closed, passed his soul to the hells or high power
 I'll never die a coward, shootout last the whole hour
 It's a lot of gunpowder in the air
 Bullet shower, lot of shells,
 smoke cleared and guess who was still there?
 And I'll never let the streets go
 Man, I really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo
 And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot
 No matter what, I'll never tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah
 Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round
 Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall, run him down
 I swear to God, I'm a legend in my stomping ground
 Better have a rod, nigga catch you in my stomping ground
 So much pain, so much trauma, bumpin' Trill Fam Youngin
 We get real trap money, you can be a crash dummy
 Try to rob, it's on my side, and I will whack somethin'
 I swear to God that I will whack somethin', Luwhop