Streets Talking versuri

Streets Talking lyrics by GlockBoyz TeeJaee

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)