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glockboyz teejaee - streets talking lyrics

[intro]
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)
glockboyz, n+gga
you know the vibes, n+gga
and i rap good as h+ll
come on
n+gga

[chorus]
n+gga, 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 r+t+rded
in and out of town with numbers on me like i’m james harden

[verse 1]
you probably seen n+ggas 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 b+tton on the glock, shoot fast as h+ll when i hit it
my n+gga facin’ twenty+five, and i know he really did it
i meant to say i don’t know sh+t, he gon’ be home in a minute
i’m in that coupe flyin’, d+mn 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 sh+t
love to bust guns, bando probably cry if he miss (cry if he miss)
[chorus]
n+gga, 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 r+t+rded
in and out of town with numbers on me like i’m james harden
you said that n+gga died? well, we probably did that
drop a hundred on n+ggas, can’t get they l!ck back
them b+tches jumpin’ in your whip, ain’t sendin’ sh+t back
in the hood with two p’s, want your life, we come and get that (n+gga)

[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
n+ggas know i don’t like dog, but i bet he don’t make a diss
my n+ggas don’t even rap, they get retarted with they sh+t
gave him thirty, i know he p+ssed, i heard his daughter was in that b+tch, n+gga
we ain’t trippin’ on no problems, we be k!lling, we the k!llers
ain’t no n+ggas in the city who be steppin’ like my n+ggas
n+gga, 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’, n+gga
my n+gga, 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, n+gga (you gon’ be with him in a minute, n+gga)
[chorus]
n+gga, 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 r+t+rded
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 n+gga died? well, we probably did that
drop a hundred on n+ggas, can’t get they l!ck back
them b+tches jumpin’ in your whip, ain’t sendin’ sh+t back
in the hood with two p’s, want your life, we come and get that (ayy)

- glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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