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 chopper, 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 ****, he talkin' down, I shoot a bow in his knees and the lame **** 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 ****

I know that I'm little, but I'm a lil' **** who finna be countin' them big figures

And you talkin' down on the gang, you better 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' **** 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 **** 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, ****, you mad

Lil' **** 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