Talk of the Streets (Freestyle) Lyrics

They like Wavee

You know what I heard

Like did you leave 'em onna kurb

G lock in my pants

So I really kant do a dance

Bitch I'm the talk of the streets

If you runnin ya mouth

Don't run into me

I wanna floxk everything

Like a designer put 'em on a tee

I gotta bitch every week ok

I made her flock out the V ok

Cartier frames I see ok

She wanna fuxk wit me ok

I'm sendin' shots Glah Glah

Every bullet hole hot

I don't kome in if i kant bring the knox

Don't pass it to brodie

Ima pass em to God

Im in the spot wit a blixk in my side

They kall me the Wavee

But I'm lettin shit fly

She think I'm a demon

She see in my eyes

I told her it's gas

Kuz bitch I be high

She wanna rump I told her wassup

She wanna meet me in back of the klub

Lucky for her the henny got me stuxk

She tryna pour me up think ima fuck

But I will one more cup

Ima treesh so let's fuck

She wanna touch on my braids

Like stop that

And scratch on my baxk

Like a bob kat

Idk why they be thinkin' we onnat

These bitches be losing they ball kap

I wanna kraxk then I'm off that

Some bitches never get a kall baxk

They like Wavee

You know what I heard

Like did you leave 'em onna kurb

G lock in my pants

So I really kant do a dance

Bitch I'm the talk of the streets

If you runnin ya mouth

Don't run into me

I wanna floxk everything

Like a designer put 'em on a tee