Jefe G - Heart in the Streets (feat. Obi & Fleeko Stally) Lyrics

She on my mind
Put in that time
Yeah, yeah
She wanna ride
Put in that time
My villains gon' slide
Sauce on my grind
Shorty gon' ride with me
Shorty gon' slide with me
She wanna ride
Put in that time
My villains gon' slide
Sauce on my grind
Shorty gon' ride with me
Shorty gon' slide with me
I put my heart in the streets
My villians gon' slide for free
We grew up with nothin
Bitches was friggity fronting
The bag we gon' get it, it's nothin
I'm livin' with packs
Young nigga stay with them racks
TG, we gon' shoot it, A fact
And they know we ain't cappin
Nigga, no chiggity chattin
The bloods chasing biggity backends
I prayed for the bag
TNT blow through the bag
Amiri I drip, little bag
OoU, ooU
Fifteen, I spend it in saks
These niggas, they envying that
Oou, oou
See how I Fendi to the facts
These bitches, they droolin' on that
Oou, oou
Most niggas, they be mad
A hundred K for the stash
Ritz Carlton for the stay
A calm band for the day
I'm a dog, all these wolves in my section
King Strom, all this drip in my presence
Hundred bands, brought it in off of shipments
Flossin' out like a nigga a dentist
Hard work, bitch, I came from the trenches
State to state, workin' hard for a pension
Cold night, every day like December
Cold stones on my ring, make me shiver
Submarina, I should dive in the river
Vinci jeans, cost A band, they expensive
BB Belt, fitted right on the denim
Blue cheese, always clouded my vision
Made it bag, baby girl, it was simple
European, that's for all of my linen
Fear of God, that be stuck on my jacket
Bless my soul as I walk in these Christians
She wanna ride
Put in that time
My villains gon' slide
Sauce on my grind
Shorty gon' ride with me
Shorty gon' slide with me
I put my heart in the streets
My villians gon' slide for free
She wanna ride
Put in that time
My villains gon' slide
Sauce on my grind
Shorty gon' ride with me
Shorty gon' slide with me
I put my heart in the streets
My villians gon' slide for free
Hop in the coupe, spaceship
Shorty the baddest, lil' baby ain't basic
Me and Obi cookin' up correlation
Late nights, we was stuck in the basement
Sauced up, got me stuck in the matrix
Too street, I can't do no relations
Big Ape, blue face paper we chasin'
No face, know we beatin' these cases
30K in a day, it ain't basic
Thank God all my niggas done made it
Jewish lawyers, that's for all of my cases
We get it bag on the daily
Robotic, my coupe, that's a spaceship
For all of them niggas that hated
Run through a bag like a young nigga made it, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ooh, ooh, ooh
O-I-E, o-i-i-i-o-i-e
Mm-mm, mm-mm