Talk Of The Streets Freestyle lyrics

Look, every trip I'ma talk on the beat
Want a feature? Ain't nun' for free
They real life cannot do nun' wit' me
G26 got a beam
Opp thot buggin', tryna do the team
She a freak, she eat it through the jeans
Actin' like they crazy, it ain't what it seems
RG wit' me clickin' off the lean
I'm a Wag star, we do it best
I can't say what I did for the set
Took a trip three deep wit' three .45th's, I think we kinda made a mess
Ballin' hard, I almost caught a tech
But this game don't come wit' a ref
Only two ways outta this sh*t, ridin' in a cell or you meetin' death
But f*ck that, we the talk of the streets and they listen
We them n*ggas that hop out, blitzin', clickin'
Winnin' the game and we grinchin'
Ask the last opp how it went
Backed out, had them n*ggas jumpin' fences
Why the f*ck is my name in your mentions?
Heard he was ballin' on court and they benched him
Glah, glah
Put the beam on the B and up it to his chest, I'm ready to smoke 'em
Losin' they members, opp n*ggas stressed
And they never got motion
We gon' Mali bop him if he loafin'
No knock, we run down, yolk him
Von been died, they ain't ever slide
Y'all gotta be jokin'
We the talk of the streets, hop out and they fast on they feet