Kailon - FRONTSTREET. Lyrics

(Stop all that bitchin')
(What-, what-, what lil' drill said?)
(We had the same 24 hours nigga)
(Bitch)
We on frontstreet!
I might just go kick his f*ckin' door
We might walk up in his home
And let that f*ckin' glizzy go
I ain't tryna' talk it out, I'm tryna' send that nigga on
You can't call yourself a trapper unless you served more than a bow
Yup!' Trap-spot, Kailon known to kick them bitches in
Yeah, the block hot, that's why I got straps and F&N's
He tried to tax me for that drank I might go stretch him and his friends
He bet' not speak on my lil' homie or i'm gon' paint the city red
Kleptomaniac, I'm robbin', got a problem
She said she want Oxycotin, I got Fent it's off the market
Bitch I'm balling like I'm Spalding with this 30 on my Glockie
Exotic in my blunt, tris in my cup, that's why i'm nodding
Yeah, we wildin' in the SRT
Go up in the Lenox, spend like "f*ck a fee"
My opps be some bitches, they be cappin' tryna' be like me
I f*cked all on his bitch, I like the way she be going deep
We rolling up exotic, please don't hand me no damn Swisher Leaf
We on frontstreet!
I might just go kick his f*ckin' door
We might walk up in his home
And let that f*ckin' glizzy go
I ain't tryna' talk it out, I'm tryna' send that nigga on
You can't call yourself a trapper unless you served more than a bow
Yup!' Trap-spot, Kailon known to kick them bitches in
Yeah, the block hot, that's why I got straps and F and N's
He tried to tax me for that drank I might go stretch him and his friends
He bet' not speak on my lil' homie or i'm gon' paint the city red