lirik lagu street talk – khay b flockin
my dogs out here in the field, my dogs out here down to drill, all trained to k!ll, talkin’ on the same is still, run up wrong get ya’ mango peeled. i stay getting food like a lunch box, run up on ya’ block and you hearin’ gun shots, all around these sides we don’t duck shots, we only bust shots, hop in a foreign just to duck cops. after that we back in the hood, never could lack in the hood, always strapped in the hood, ready for the drill all black in the hood, got the loud and the dope so we smacked in the hood
and you know i’m on the get-back still 850 tell the opps don’t forget that, catch a opp push his wig back all about that action i ain’t never with the chit-chat, crack a piece like a kit-kat, 5 sh-lls make his mouth hot like a tic-tac, try on god when we kick back pour some up for kiki, pour it up then i sip that. i don’t care ’bout a opp don’t test me, cause the lord almighty done blessed me, keep my neck on ice wayne gretzky, hoes love me cause i ball out like like a teste. what you know about bustin’ that chop, extendos, hollow tips in a glock, talkin’ hot, then we rack ’em on the spot, i can’t take no chance, skrt off on a cop
and the streets, they know me, all black bm and i got that 40, run up on ’em on a date, so you know he gonna try to act tough for his shorty, got the trey pound on me, so i hope you willin’ to take shots for ya’ shorty, in the streets late night with the audi, cuban link ’round my neck what it cost me, 20 bands bust down and its all me, pull up on ya scene and we 4 deep, and we clear out the scene like the folks in the flossy, so you better not cross me
catch a stain and its back to the trap, gang motto in the field ‘never lack’, kush jr. out the cut, j-mac, shaq wit’ the gat he gon’ get ’em all wacked. free bro lala out the cell, we was downtown givin’ opps h-ll, red lane and they know i bang l’s, all the opps eatin’ cheese in the jam gon’ tell. whole gang holdin’ poles trynna’ let it go, opp duck and get low when i let it go, never new to the field i been here, i be in another land like i live there, angel never slip where the opps at, bro rocky out the slam get ’em head tapped, jackin’ beef on the ‘book for the fame, we gon’ pull up on your block then we dead that
srk what i rep what i’m jackin’, 850 be the gang what’s cashin, run up on you in the streets no lackin’, j-live in the cut straight clappin’, drive-bys on ya’ block no parkin’, step back when i shoot james harden, on point for my team shane larkin, catch a opp no talking i’ma spark him
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