We could take it to the streets
And I'll beat your tannic up
We could take it to the streets
Who the f**k you want, B?
We can take it to the streets
Put this pistol in your mouth,
let you know talk's cheap
Talk's cheap, talk's cheap
Put this pistol in your mouth,
let you know talk's cheap
This ain't no diss track, homie,
Get at you when I see you,
then you know that I don't play nice
Turn enemies into hermit crabs,
Is what you hate the most
then I'm gone like a ghost
just had to leave my business,
All these little haters remind me of fleas,
tryna get on the big dogs
HPG, you miserable little rats,
while I'm flyin' across the U .S.
got it tattered on my flesh
wreck, wreck, wreck your ass up?
We can take it to the streets
And I'll beat your ass, hand it off,
We can take it to the streets
We can take it to the streets
With this pistol in your mouth
Let you know talk's cheap
With this pistol in your mouth
Let you know talk's cheap
It's the queen of HPG from the SGV
I'm a Vallera with hearts
And if you go against the grain
Cut motherf***ers off like
Repercussions for the f***
All these cartoon characters
takin' a thousand flickas
It was right to my attention
from the night before, homie
Who the f**k are these clowns
Seen it with my own eyes,
And the one that we're only with now
Stayin' birds off a feather,
We clean up shops for the better
Cuz sumac charmutas, these f**ks
Who the f**k would want beef?
We could take it to the streets
And I'll beat your ass, hand it off,
Who the f**k would want beef?
We could take it to the streets
we can take it to the streets
With this pistol in your mouth
that you know talks cheap
With this pistol in your mouth
that you know talks cheap
Now who the fuck want beef?
Do you really want a trip?
I'm equipped with the ish
if they coming in my section
while you lames hit the pookie
Lil' soft, like some bitch
I'm a beast, have a tat in the streets
hustle hard like a track meet
Get that cash everyday, all day,
while these punk fools date
I'm ahead in the bracket,
we stay active, military action
Victory lap after I smash all my foes,
We could take it to the streets
And I'll beat your ass, Hamnick
We could take it to the streets
We could take it to the streets
With this pistol in your mouth
That you know talks cheap
With this pistol in your mouth
That you know talks cheap
