Im Not In Da Streets!

[Intro]
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

[Verse]
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 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

[Outro]
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