I'm Not in the Streets

Ayy, bruh, I'm just talkin' my stuff, really Talkin' that shit, for real I don't bang, I'm not in the streets, I don't wanna be in the streets I don't got opps, I don't do drugs, none of that, bruh, real talk Told that bitch don't kill my vibe I keep a Glock with my extensions, rollin' with my guys If I'm callin' up my gang, I bet you, they just down to ride But we gotta spin this, but you know I'm protected I got G-O-D on my side Uh, ayy, takin' the field, that's a late call My diamonds be wet like the pool, but you know my choppa It really hold eight-ball Your girl on my meat and she suckin' my nuts I guess that we call that an eight-ball Tall nigga, he talkin' down, I shoot a bow in his knees And the lame nigga ain't tall Uh, ayy, my boys in the streets with them big triggers And I'm 5'5", I'm small But I know that this chopper gon' make me a big nigga I know that I'm little But I'm a lil' nigga who finna bе countin' them big figures And you talkin' down on the gang You bеtter know that why the team finna get with you Uh, how you talkin' like this? You not in the streets Know that boy, this just a song and I'm just rappin' what I see I see people spinnin' blocks and I see people on they knees Don't got opps, but I got guns So please don't try me, lil' bro, please I don't gangbang and I don't wanna be on the block I don't wanna live this lifestyle that y'all rappin', just stop I'm only rappin' for my people and to get to the guap Just 'cause I don't bang, don't mean that I'm a big boy, you shot Yeah, keep me a switchy on it in the house I bet you, my sister'll spin and she not gon' rat How this lil' nigga a mouse? I'm at your mama crib, she want me to hit from the back She want me to get in that blouse But then I run, I got me a switch on my gun This nigga might not even crouch Yeah, I count me a hundred, I got a shooter named Hundred You talkin' 'bout kick, I'ma punt it I'm on the beat, boy, you know that I run it Copyin' everything, know I been done it I might go 'head, catch me a head like a bonnet And I'm at your house, your mama call me munchkin Gotta be Ice Spice the way that she munchin' Yeah, yeah, I'm getting bread, nigga, you mad Lil' nigga take your girl and she all at my crib Bro, please do not cry, bruh, you too sad I feel a lil' stressed, they got me lil' mad Man that lil' bih made me too mad I don't even wanna catch a hat no more I might go and catch me a durag, ayy Come on, bro I'm so locked in this shit, bro This year my year, for real I'm not playin' I'm grindin' all year, bro, I'm gon get somewhere-