"Street Talk" lyrics

This next track for all my street niggas out there, my hood niggas
My grimy niggas, you dig? Trap niggas, whatever you wanna call it, homie
For real, nigga
Know what I'm sayin'? That's what this shit all about, sad to say, but, shit, that's just what it is, real talk, nigga
Count this money, you dig? This charlie
This fetty, this guap, this cake, this mulah
For real, nigga
You out here in these streets, nigga, and you fuckin' up, nigga, you got a motherfuckin' so-called circle, nigga, that you fuck with
And niggas ain't tellin' you that you fuckin' up?
And niggas on they shit and they ain't tryna put you up on your shit for you to be, nigga, good out here, nigga?
Them ain't your niggas, nigga, get the fuck away from that circle, you dig?
For real, nigga
I fuck with thorough niggas, nigga, get you some thorough niggas around your motherfuckin' circle, nigga
You do that shit, you ain't got shit else to worry about, you dig?
One fucked-up-ass rotten apple ruin the whole motherfuckin' bunch, nigga
You feel me?
Holler at your boy, nigga