HIT THE STREETZ IN MY NIKES Lyrics

I swear to god I’m nice, n**

Things I need
Level up the weed, huh
In this lucid dream (Trippy, trippy)
Tell me which is more caveat
She said, “Come show me, boy”
Live what you imagine, ma
Say what you need from me (Yeah)
Yeah, I gotcha, aye, ma
They know I’m that n**
They know, keep my focus, stay low
All we want is easy
‘Cause baby, look, I’m a star
Ain’t no games, ain’t no running
Watch me move, honey
Call me up if you lonely-lone

Hit the streets in my Nikes
Tissue rose gold
Watch him up high, oh
And he get surf, no board
Done did it before, yeah
Hey you, get money, baby, baby

I like the way you go hard
We ride my wave till sun’s up, light
I like the way we go hard
You ride my wave, it’s over

New flow
That girl, she open, it shows
Got my tequila and this moment
Can’t deny that she goes, she goes
And again, I’m feeling her
That tequila boutta blow, big business
Yeah, yeah, yeah, they say that n** too cold

Hit the streets in my Nikes
Tissue rose gold
Watch him up high, oh
And he get surf, no board
Done did it before, yeah
Hey you, get money, baby, baby
Hit the streets in my Nikes
Tissue rose gold
Watch him up high, oh
And he get surf no board
Done did it before, yeah
Hey you, get money, baby, baby