Lyrics

Ain’t no rest up in these streets, it’s a test up in these streets
Bust your chest up in these streets, kill your best up in these streets
Grab my coat, stick, and my hat
Got my shit, picture all that
Tell my bitch I’ll be right back
Once I roll out and I move
Make them rounds out my hood with them sounds out my hood
I stay found out my hood
Philly YNs out and we win
Pack trap count and we spend
Three wheelers and bikes, 20 deep street rollers
Cops are mad tryna catch a fade out here
So many of us, it’s a parade out here
Some cops jump when the bike backfire
Get a heads up then I burn my tires
South Philly YNs burnout tires
Skrrt! Burnout!
South Philly YNs burnout tires, North Philly YNs burnout tires
Kensington YNs burnout tires, Tioga YNs burnout tires
Frankford YNs burnout tires, Olney YNs burnout tires
Germantown YNs burnout tires, Nicetown YNs burnout tires
Strawberry Mansion YNs burnout tires, Hunting Park YNs burnout tires
Word to bro, I’m outside, let it blow
Fuck a opp, catch a headshot, watch him fold
Drip too sick, VVs dance, fuck the gold
Got them bricks, scale it up, watch it grow
Slidethru gang, we don’t miss, let it rip
Fuck 12, spin they block, do a flip
Smokin’ Wock, pour a four, take a sip
Philly drill, catch a body, no assist
YNs move, pack go dumb when we spin
Catch an opp lackin’, put his ass in the wind
Talkin’ tough? Get your top peeled back again
Free my slime, when he home we gon’ win
Gang! Slide! Bow!