Lyrics Turn The Streets Up – EST Gee
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I believed in dope dealers, not the tooth fairy
They told me slide every day to learn to shoot better
He still a OG, well respected, but he too heavy
He taught us money, murder happen like a new level
And if you keep it all together, then your crew special
I’m smoking cigarettes in a foreign, burning my seat leather
But I ain’t tripping, this my s**t, not no exotic rental
When politicking, don’t talk, listen, figure out intentions
You don’t want no motor mouth-ass n**ga as your co-defendant
Too many grown a*s men out here co-depending
Relying on another n**ga to go fix they issue
The type of s**t to make my situation monumental
Three of us hopped out rentals, run off, knock off n**gas mental
He leave, he walk with limps like s**tting without no toilet tissue
You probably playa but can’t play us with no fundamentals
Games, I fix ’em, pay my competition confidential
You gotta take the heat, come wit’ it, out here claiming killers
Real street vendor, French our trap houses more bitter senses
Yeah, turn the streets up, Gee, turn the streets up
When the police come, tell em’ you ain’t see nothin’
Turn the streets up, Gee, turn the streets up
Don’t lay your head at the spot, you bring yo’ freaks up
Turn the streets up, Gee, turn the streets
I’m servin’ strong, dog, overdose a T-cup
Yeah, turn the streets up, Gee, turn the streets up
I show the fiends love, hit me if you need somethin’
Yeah, yeah, I got it out the stove
Block hot, heart cold
Foreigns, big Dracs
If any one of these bullets touch him, he won’t be the same
The way I make a tough-ass n**ga holler out for they momma name
It’ll be a cold day in hell you think that l’ma change
Twisting the bowl, make it swole, add the Lidocaine
Even if I stretch it, it’s gon’ come back like a lighter change
We wrapped his arm up with the seatbelt, then we tied the veins
They hit the same batch killed his buddy, think he want the same
He want the highs to project him to another plane
Then when he come down, he gon’ call me in a couple days
Yeah, turn the streets up, Gee, turn the streets up
When the police come, tell em’ you ain’t see nothin’
Turn the streets up, Gee, turn the streets up
Don’t lay your head at the spot, you bring yo’ freaks up
Nah, turn the streets up, Gee, turn the streets
I’m servin’ strong, dog, overdose a T-cup
Yeah, turn the streets up, Gee, turn the streets up
I show the fiends love, hit me if you need somethin’
Hold up, hold on, hold on, what we say
They been using and abusing the young turnt n**ga s**t, man
They need to hear from that real n**ga, man, the biggest
These n**gas ain’t turnt
You n**gas ain’t turnt
We can go, y’all, haha
Ah, we ain’t even gon’ call it dog s**t no more
That’s horse s**t there, man
Man, man, turn the streets up, man
Ayy, the streets turnt up
Ayy, nah, that’s our motto, bro
Ayy, turn the streets up…
➤ Written by EST Gee, FOREVEROLLING, John Gotitt & TILT
Album: El Toro 2
Produced by FOREVEROLLING, John Gotitt & TILT
EST Gee | 2023
