Lyrics Yung Bans – Chemistry

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Bitch, I thought you knew the streets was hot
It causing rules that I live by (Causing rules that I live by)
I can’t sing and watch my brother die (Yeah)
But I can’t sit and watch my momma cry (Sit and watch my momma cry)
Everything, I got it out the pot (Straight out the pot, yeah, yeah)
I’ma take a risk and run it up (Bitch, yeah)
I’m the hottest youngin’ in the sun (In the sun, yeah)
I can’t get a mill and fuck it up (Yeah, yeah, aye)

Huh, I’m like fuck twelve, I’m like fuck jail (Fuck jail, aye)
All this damn flavor, I know these bitches smell, aye (Bans, aye)
Hunnid pounds a pack, I told my partner Melly (Yeah)
And he gon’ ship that shit straight off like he the fucking mailman (Gone)
Before you cash out, please stack up your L’s (Yeah, damn, Bans)
They might turn you to a monster in that county jail
I pray snitches go to Hell (Hell), only rats tell (Rats tell, yeah)
Same nigga claim your partner, leave you in that cell
I was screaming, «Free Meek,» (Yeah) yelling, «Free Trell» (My brother)
Fuck the rest (Bans), I know these pussy niggas signing deals (Bans)
Everybody take losses, I’ma keep it real (Yeah)
But if you singing on your partner, pussy, why you here (Yeah)
Nigga, everything I got, I got it in the field (In the field, yeah)
If you ain’t get it out the pot, you don’t know how it feel (How it)
Niggas claiming they was street, but they not real (Yeah)
I remember I was weak (Yeah), but I’m still here (Count up)

Bitch, I thought you knew the streets was hot
It causing rules that I live by (Causing rules that I live by)
I can’t sing and watch my brother die (Yeah)
But I can’t sit and watch my momma cry (I can’t sit and watch my momma cry)
Everything, I got it out the pot (Bans, yeah)
I’ma take a risk and run it up (Count up, yeah)
I’m the hottest youngin’ in the sun (From the sun, yeah)
I can’t get a mill and fuck it up (Yeah)

Shawty, gave me neck, bone (Yeah)
I just want the check though
Right before I hit a stint I’m all up in the flesh (Bans), streets (Count up, yeah)
Remy (Aye), Bottom (Aye), all they taught was finesse the (Aye)
One is go and get it, but you gotta do your best, though
Two is stack the hunnids, fifty dozen, spend the rest (Yeah)
Balmain, more like yes (Yeah)
Your hoe and girl on deck (Bans)
I’m up in the lab, I’m up in the jet
Bitch look at me dab, hoe look at me flex (Yeah)
She don’t want the crowd, ’cause she know that I’m next
But I ain’t stopping now, Im’ma freak out the bitch

Bitch, I thought you knew the streets was hot
It causing rules that I live by (Causing rules that I live by)
I can’t sing and watch my brother die (Yeah)
But I can’t sit and watch my momma cry (Sit and watch my momma cry)
Everything, I got it out the pot (Straight out the pot, yeah, yeah)
I’ma take a risk and run it up (Bans, Bans)
I’m the hottest youngin’ in the sun (Sun, yeah)
I can’t get a mill and fuck it up

Hell yeah, man
Street symphony, you feel me
I thought you knew the streets was hot
Street’s hot nigga, tell ’em
This is a Dolan Beats production