talk of the streets - headtapp gz lyrics
[chorus]
this sh*t here deeper than rap, i could never do bad on the ave
n*ggas act like they real then they fold under pressure
and breezo you soft, how is you smokin’ on melly? that slime pack it’s hittin’ better
they like “heady where is the beretta?”
that sh*t tucked in my motherf*ckin’ sweater
n*ggas rattin’ all for this cheddar
i do time for my guys forever
i send jew b to air out your block, he yell “die spice” then he take off your top
lady b just gave up the drop, it’s a big 48 i’ma throw up the wock
that’s a hit if send a shot, ask around n*ggas know my bop
smoke shoxky mix it with the block
in the hook that’s [?] to floxk
[verse]
free ptv that’s my demon, they need to free my savage
everywhere that we go we had it
he ain’t jackin’ rg we clapped him
i’m on the road to the riches and my demons slimin’ if you tryna get in my way
nay got eleven he ootin’ like klay then it’s back to the block k with the k
they got me in that mode since they dissin’ my mans i’ma troll
park up in the fort, hop out then we throw and it’s f*ck kay shiesty he got hit in his dome
why these fog n*ggas keep dissin’ on lo? they ain’t do a thing to the bros
they keep dissin’ and sayin’ [?] when [?] was duckin’ his fro
it’s heady da g i’m really heartless
if you pushin’ the ashton i’ll park it
maserati i push it the farthest and mel big brother i puff it the hardest
if you jackin’ the spice you my target, get caught up on regent leave him unresponsive
f*ck que chapo that n*gga that talk of the streets
we got beams for all of the opps, stood over your p’s
free the goons they beefin’ with the d’s
that’s the only n*ggas that we see, when we go to the b they be hidin’ we seek
all black we tryna catch a p
caught a drill in slidin’ with m3
borgie is p*ssy that n*gga got shot and he ain’t even go make a scene
[chorus]
this sh*t here deeper than rap, i could never do bad on the ave
n*ggas act like they real then they fold under pressure
and breezo you soft, how is you smokin’ on melly? that slime pack it’s hittin’ better
they like “heady where is the beretta?”
that sh*t tucked in my motherf*ckin’ sweater
n*ggas rattin’ all for this cheddar
i do time for my guys forever
i send jew b to air out your block, he yell “die spice” then he take off your top
lady b just gave up the drop, it’s a big 48 i’ma throw up the wock
that’s a hit if send a shot, ask around n*ggas know my bop
smoke shoxky mix it with the block
in the hook that’s [?] to floxk
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