Deez Streetz Songtext
von PnB Rock

Done made it out this shit
Oh yeah

I had to get it out the mud, had to turn up, nigga, no sleep
I used to want a hundred bands
Now I make a hundred bands in a week
I never really gave a fuck about ′em
They ain't never care about me
And every time you see me out
You know I keep a strap case they try to creep
JPays and the Green Dots
Do that shit every week
Niggas get killed all over screenshots
Instagram, and the tweets
Screaming fuck all the opps now
Send the location, we can meet
Bitches fuckin′ for the clout now,
Name bad out in these streets, yeah


Uh, I'm losin' my sanity
I done been fucked up all my life
This shit was planned for me (On God)
And I don′t know nothin′ about that bitch
But she been staying with me
How you think I'm gon′ trust that bitch?
I don't trust my own family (No)
And this shit was plain to see, them niggas
They wasn′t really gang with me (Gang)
I hear in the way they still tell me who was out there in the rain with me (Huh?)
This money controlling me (Controlling)
This shit's got a hold of me (Goddamn)
Lil′ shawty wanna roll with me (Yeah)
She give her all to me
I was running them racks up, had to get it
I don't waste time (Bands)
I fuck up a check all on my neck
Young nigga shine (Ice, ice, ice)
I'm speedin′, yeah, I′m racing (Skrrt)
I'm rollin′ in the matrix (The matrix)
Shawty, yeah, she naked (She naked)
Can't fuck that ho, she basic

I had to get it out the mud, had to turn up, nigga, no sleep
I used to want a hundred bands
Now I make a hundred bands in a week
I never really gave a fuck about ′em
They ain't never care about me
And every time you see me out
You know I keep a strap case they try to creep
JPays and the Green Dots
Do that shit every week
Niggas get killed all over screenshots
Instagram, and the tweets
Screaming fuck all the opps now
Send the location, we can meet
Bitches fuckin′ for the clout now,
Name bad out in these streets, yeah


Now I'm good when I hang where it's dangerous (Turn up)
I mix my Perc′ with my pain (On God)
JPay so you can′t complain (On God)
How the fuck you broke with a name? (Yeah)
I risk my life for the gang (For the gang)
I like weed, not cocaine (Cocaine)
No sneak diss, say it to your face (Bitch)
My crayhead came with a K (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
How you say family don't matter? Yeah
Police came and I scatter
That Glock-30 come with a ladder, uh
Locked up, they won′t let him out
Bet he come up dead for the clout (Yeah)
How he shouldn't ran his mouth, how he shouldn′t
Now he caught that bullet (That bullet)
Backwoods Cookie (Backwoods Cookie), uh
He a goofy (He a goofy)
Yeah, super goofy (Super goofy), uh
Why the fuck they didn't believe us?
Hope them niggas never need us
And I know a whole killer, but he turned into a diva

I had to get it out the mud, had to turn up, nigga, no sleep
I used to want a hundred bands
Now I make a hundred bands in a week
I never really gave a fuck about ′em
They ain't never care about me
And every time you see me out
You know I keep a strap case they try to creep
JPays and the Green Dots
Do that shit every week
Niggas get killed all over screenshots
Instagram, and the tweets
Screaming fuck all the opps now
Send the location, we can meet
Bitches fuckin' for the clout now,
Name bad out in these streets, yeah