Official Talk Of The Streets Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom

[Verse]
Boogie got lined by a thot (n*gga)
Mellz went out for some box (Grrah, grrah, boom)
How many Brownsville n*ggas got shot?
They losin' and that is one thing that we not
Run down, Blizzy movin' like an opp (Why he movin' like that?)
Any funny move and we makin' him drop (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Don't run, 6ix put the beam on his top (Grrah, grrah, boom)
That's what's gonna happen, don't come through this block, like (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Troopers takin' over
Savv movin' like Dellavedova
When Jeff got shot, he thought it was over (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, I know he remember that coma
Don't compare us to none of these n*ggas, they just all talk, they just wanna rap
We lookin' for SySy, don't lack
They spit on your mother and you ain't gеt back (Who that boy?)
He don't got no money, at this point, it's not evеn funny
Got your ass beat and took it on the bunny (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Ain't get you no vid 'cause that n*gga bummy
He don't even know his sister used to love me
He got me upset, shot nine vids in the same vest
n*gga really popped, go and chase a check
Always on my di*k, n*gga, give it a rest
We the talk of the streets (n*gga)
On Blake walkin' with the heat (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
We don't need a car, we could go on feet (Grrah, grrah, boom)
They just butthurt 'cause we smokin' Dee (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you got a problem, n*gga, we could meet (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Lil' Sy is a joke and he shot a vid in Sha Stackzz coat (n*gga)
Everybody know that lil' n*gga broke (Grrah, grrah)
If he the face of Bamaz, they don't got no hope (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
All he do is lie
And he barely even come outside, let alone try to get inside a ride
Now he talkin' crazy, he got too much pride (Grrah, grrah)
That's gon' be the reason that lil' n*gga die (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Yeah, I'm pullin' cards, lil' Sy need to get inside a car
Red dot, no, he ain't gettin' far (Grrah, grrah)
On court, Troopers always ballin' hard (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
[Outro]
f*ck? Stop playin' with me, bro, word to my dead, n*gga
You's a little-ass boy, word to bro, n*gga
We're talk of the streets, don't believe all them facades, don't believe all them gimmicks
n*ggas be lil' kids, one drills
I took n*ggas on they first drillings, bro
And n*ggas be broke, word to bro, take that f*ckin' vest off, dirty
Grrah, grrah