NHL Reece - Dangerou$ Lyrics

You know these streets get dangerous
I'm clutching the Glock, I'm a bang it
We got them racks out of the pavement
I'm thanking the Lord that we made it out
I got young niggas fighting cases
Tryna show them it's a better route
Give me the ball, I'm a make it out
Sipping codeine, I can't fill my mouth
Biting her lip, when we making out
Bae hold it down, I'm a take you out
Trigger finger itching 308's ripping
I hit them with 762
Me and you got the same 24
Run it up that's all on you
Beach side boy apparel, head to toe
Hoes grabbing at the door
Roll that Za let's smoke
Damn, my bitch so bad, shit no joke
R.I.P. lil bro
Fell off the dirt bike, I still can't cope
Won't go like no hoe
I'm blowing if you serving, check them doors
Doors, doors, doors
Check them doors
Flex lets pour a four
I've been on the road
She hate when I'm gone
Drop them hollows in my pistol
I'm tryna get you gone
Free my savage up the road
You know these streets get dangerous
I'm clutching the Glock, I'm a bang it
We got them racks out of the pavement
I'm thanking the Lord that we made it out
I got young niggas fighting cases
Tryna show them it's a better route
Give me the ball, I'm a make it out
Sipping codeine, I can't fill my mouth
Biting her lip, when we making out
Bae hold it down, I'm a take you out
Trigger finger itching 308's ripping
I hit them with 762
Me and you got the same 24
Run it up that's all on you
Oh, oh, oh, oh