Streets Talking

Lyrics

[Intro] (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) GlockBoyz, nigga You know the vibes, nigga And I rap good as hell Come on Nigga [Chorus] Nigga, we got the streets talking I was just in jail, back hurtin', in my tossin' I keep on losin' count on blues like I'm retarded In and out of town with numbers on me like I'm James Harden [Verse 1] You probably seen niggas dyin' on your phone We wake up and watch the news and drop a six like a song My grandma seen me with them guns, my auntie know what I be on We ride around, two hundred shots, ain't no need to use our phone We got a couple different chops, every skit we like to switch it I got a button on the Glock, shoot fast as hell when I hit it My nigga facin' twenty-five, and I know he really did it I meant to say I don't know shit, he gon' be home in a minute I'm in that coupe flyin', damn near lost control, where my stick? Mr. Wack Jumper, he'll set the play on you and get an assist Say it's money on your head, and we gon' see about that shit Love to bust guns, Bando probably cry if he miss (Cry if he miss) [Chorus] Nigga, we got the streets talking I was just in jail, back hurtin', in my tossin' I keep on losin' count on blues like I'm retarded In and out of town with numbers on me like I'm James Harden You said that nigga died? Well, we probably did that Drop a hundred on niggas, can't get they lick back Them bitches jumpin' in your whip, ain't sendin' shit back In the hood with two P's, want your life, we come and get that (Nigga) [Verse 2] Used to hoop, now I shoot this lil' gun Sad to say when we slidin' only time we havin' fun They won't let us in with strap, we won't come inside the club He said, "Hit him in his cap, I'd throw you an extra dub" See, I just made another hit, y'all was thinkin' I made a hit Niggas know I don't like dog, but I bet he don't make a diss My niggas don't even rap, they get retarted with they shit Gave him thirty, I know he pissed, I heard his daughter was in that bitch, nigga We ain't trippin' on no problems, we be killing, we the killers Ain't no niggas in the city who be steppin' like my niggas Nigga, the hood like the zoo, and our spot full of gorillas I get mad and grab my gun, he gon' tell you how I'm feelin', nigga My nigga, I ain't shot a jumper in a minute But we still scorin' baskets, ain't your mans independent? I was laughin' when I heard, wish I can tell you how he did it Saw you cryin' on the 'Gram, you gon' be with him in a minute, nigga (You gon' be with him in a minute, nigga) [Chorus] Nigga, we got the streets talking I was just in jail, back hurtin', in my tossin' I keep on losin' count on blues like I'm retarded In and out of town with numbers on me like I'm James Harden In and out of town with numbers on me like I'm James Harden You said that nigga died? Well, we probably did that Drop a hundred on niggas, can't get they lick back Them bitches jumpin' in your whip, ain't sendin' shit back In the hood with two P's, want your life, we come and get that (Ayy)