10 Minutes Of Shit Talking Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Why you talking shit, we all know you lame

Tore out the coupe, yeah, it got a new brain

Ran up that bag quick, I feel like Usain

I just ran up a hundred thousand

Up in a mansion, used to stay in public housing

Yeah, bro said he gon' pull up, some shit I'm doubting, yeah

All this drip on me, pray to god I'm never drowning

Bro said he finna get lil' bro whacked, I don't doubt it

Yeah I really want them racks, give a fuck 'bout being clouted

I got too much damn money, I can't even fucking count it

Teachers used to bump my music in gym and accounting

Who is him that be talking and doubting? Shut the fuck up

Brand new GLE, tell my assistant pick my truck up

Way too much ice but I ain't never seen a puck once

How you say you getting cash but you go and tuck ones

Yo ass scared to get robbed, I got a pole lil' bitch

Dunking on these bitches like Zion, I play for NOLA bitch

Bro sipping Wock all day, don't even own a script

Up at the house kicking back, me and Capone we lit

Watch that Rollie gliss, it's hitting off the fucking clock

I think yo ass really gay, you stay on my cock

You ain't really know me bitch, why the fuck you on my block

Think you gon' catch the hands but you gon' catch the fucking glock

10 songs a day, I'm the number one hit maker

Why you talking 'bout racks, bitch, you don't get paper

Drop racks right at Somerset, take a trip later

Blowing racks, lil' bitch, I ain't a big saver

Used to simp for some bitches, nowadays they the ones I dub

At home making these racks, won't hit no fucking club

You think you really racked but you can't fuck with us

Pistol in my pants all times, no one I fucking trust

You getting passed, I'm in that SRT hitting a hundred

He be talking the most shit, when we pull up he get to running

Pissed at Benito's like why the fuck it's bussing

Pissed at these lame bitches like why the fuck you ducking

Pissed off on the fucking highway, y'all suck at driving

Why the fuck you talk 'bout pulling up, man, you suck at sliding

Diamonds hitting off the fucking chain, these hoes fucking vibrant

I'ma do what I want, don't need yo fucking guidance

Yeah, yeah, living like a goat

Chain ice on water, it be hitting, watch it float

I'ma go run up that bag, get what I'm getting, then I go

In a fucking Trackhawk, in a minute get a ghost

Yeah, yeah, the fucking Rolls Royce

Ran it up had no choice

Why the fuck you acting like you loud but make no noise

Why the fuck you talking yo shit in a low voice

Right in front of that bag, bitch I'm so poised

Right in front of that bag, bitch I ain't stopping now

If it's the slightest fucking challenge, you opting out

Hit 'em with that overhand right, it knocked him out

Balenciaga on me, yeah, that's the shit we copping now

I ain't even top 3, lil' bitch, I'm number one

Feel like DJ Khaled, make a hit then make another one

Diamonds on my chain, hitting harder than the summer sun

My bag so fucking huge, that bitch is cumbersome

You want the ones or some? Nah, you don't want no smoke

We be up in first, you in last, you a slowpoke

Bitch I got the AR, glocky what my bro tote

Wrist on fucking water but we don't got no boat

Told lil' bitch I need a yacht

He be talking hella tough until he get got

We be running up the bags, getting cheese a lot

Yeah, we at the fucking top, got to keep it locked

My bro keep a glock

Yeah, keep it for protection

Yeah, you ain't in the fucking spot, yeah, you ain't in the section

And my arms damn near fucking hurt from all this damn flexing

Like I said before when I walk in they feel my presence

Hopping in a Hellcat or Track, this ain't a Lexus

Get his ass beat but I ain't talking 'bout no Nexus

Bro was cracking cards, he was boosting, flexing

Bro went scored the drank right out of Houston, Texas

I'm on VIP, you ain't even on the guest list

That bitch she a two, how the fuck is that yo best bitch

Making bands right at the house, Breaking Bad on Netflix

Bitch I'm known to kill any beat, bitch I'm relentless

They can go and switch, I give no fucks, I expect it

Why the fuck you ran up bands if you don't flex it

Why the fuck you rocking Nike, you don't check shit

How the fuck is that hooptie yo best whip

Flexing on yo family and everyone you friends with

Cartiers on me, couple bands for my lens bitch

Yeah, in a truck, yeah, go and have that ten switch

Mud in bro cup, yeah, his number one beverage

Beverage the Wocky, the Tris, the Activis

You ain't really getting bands, why the fuck you acting rich

Why you talking hot, in real life you a pacifist

If I got the ball, bitch I'm scoring, I ain't passing shit

SRT engine it's roaring, you get passed lil' bitch

Diamonds on my chain, they be flooded, yeah, they had to gliss

My bag so fucking big, you couldn't even imagine it

Chilling with my twin in Trackhawks, we got matching whips

Told bro pull out yo Rollie, we got matching wrists

You be having lil' racks, you ain't having this

Hop up in a SRT, I race it with the baddest bitch

This a AR, bitch I got the fattest stick

You a fan lil' bitch, why you trying to talk shit

Walking up in Somerset but you ain't really bought shit

Feel like Rick Ross, walk around on boss shit

Think I want some new 'lencis, what they cost bitch

1,140, need a crib eleven stories

Only one bitch that I want, you'll never catch me up on Maury

Put my phone on DND now I be feeling just like Vory

Need to stay in yo own lane, yeah, not talking Tory

What's yo story, why you act like a bitch

I ain't stressing, bitch I'ma cop it if I like the whip

Really I'm just shit talking, because I like the shit

Snap harder than any one of y'all on the mic, lil' bitch

I been playing around I need to cop the Neumann

Why the fuck you talking about blicks, you ain't never shooting

Why the fuck you talking 'bout shit that was never proven

I only talk about wins because I'm never losing

Never take a L, bitch, I'm a born winner

Kill you if you run up, I'm a sure sinner

Eat this beat up, so hungry I need like four dinners

We in a Trackhawk, you more like a Ford spinner

You won't catch me in a F1, catch me in a lamb

Why the fuck you talking like my bro, no he not my mans

They be talking shit all day but I know they fans

They be talking shit like they coming up but I know they can't

What's the plan, take over the globe

Beat his ass, got the hands, feel like Glover, I'm cold

In New York I be shopping, hit Dover fasho

Won't stop, keep snapping, it ain't over, no no

Yeah, bitch, hell nah, not stopping, until I'm dead

Laser on this bitch green, but the dot red

He ain't really fucking with my team, he ain't got bread

Bro popped him a bean now his face is hot red

Bro said if they try to run up they get shot dead

You be pouring Tussin, that shit not red

Bitch brain so retarded but she not sped

I'm finna win, lil' bitch, that's what god said

Yeah, I'm finna win, I can't ever lose

Lot of people switching on they brothers, shit I'd never do

Met you twenty times but I still don't even remember you

Don't really give no fucks, fuck you if I offended you

I don't need a friend lil' dude, chilling with the whole gang

Why you talking shit, do you know that you a no name

Why you talking hot, do you know that you got no game

Why you acting tough, do you know that you is so lame

Bro came and went, I'm staying at the top

Only making hits that's what they playing when I drop

Lil' bro what the fuck you said, what you saying to the cops

You is not my fucking brother, you been hanging with my opps

Yeah, yeah, that's some hoe shit

Went to Icebox, put some diamonds on both wrists

Talking like a know it all but you don't know shit

How the fuck yo fit ten bands and you got no drip

Man I'm so sick, like I got the flu hoe

Chilling with the same team, I don't got no new bros

Lot of new sticks I done went and copped some new poles

You chilling in that whip with yo twin, I see two hoes

Yeah, 'cause y'all both some real bitches

If you want to see some money, come with me see real digits

Man my money up on giant, yo money real midget

Y'all be talking all that shit but tell me who done really did it

It's just me and the guys going fucking crazy

Crying about life, you a pussy, you a fucking baby

Hopping on tracks and snapping, that's what fucking made me

Don't talk about racks 'cause minimum I'm touching eighty

Yeah, nah, minimum I touch a hundred

Me and gang just been working, yeah, we up to something

Bitch I'm up right now, fuck up and coming

Play the whole game, 48 no fucking subbing

Ain't no sub-tweets, it's real beef I fucking at you

Honestly I'm humble but I'll flex if I fucking have to

I know why you mad, yeah, because I fucking passed you

Try to run up you get blocked, I just fucking glassed you

Yeah, blocked you like Hakeem on the Rockets

Point this glocky, got a beam, got a beam finna pop it

Yeah, life feel like a dream but I can't wake up, I don't stop it

You ain't with the team, ain't even in the fucking cockpit

Ain't in the moshpit, we turning up and throwing shit

I don't got to say that I'm snapping, they already knowing it

The party ain't lit unless me and all my bros in it

You got the plain jane, I came in with a frozen wrist

Finna go to VIP 'cause that's where I belong

Switch on me then it's over, you get cut just like you Song

We be living like some kings and you really just a pawn

I just really need my cheese then I'm out lil' bitch I'm gone, yeah

Getting up my money only thing up on my mind

Eat up beats just like I'm hungry and it's really time to dine

No you cannot get shit from me, why you all up on my line

In the past you tried to dub me, lil' bitch, you ain't even fine

Yeah bitch, you a silly hoe

You got that fake AP, my watch it's really froze

Me and gang finna touch a M then be the milli bros

Threw a Monclezzy on 'cause bitch I'm really cold

Monclez' or the goose that's Canadian

Bro going crazy off the juice, he an alien

Make hits everyday I'm in the booth, that's a daily win

Just be chilling with my troops, ones that made me win

Chilling with my gang, yeah, we all finna get rich

If I get caught with this AR I'll have to sit bitch

Y'all be fucking with the little shit, we got big whips

Fuck a ratchet hoe, I need a rich bitch

Finna touch a milli with my girl, we be really stacking

You be really cap all day, man, what really happen

Really I just be talking shit, I ain't really rapping

You make a song that shit ass, I be really napping

You be talking shit but you really passive

And you think you fucking up but you really past it

Yeah, Cartis on me, got some drippy glasses

Up in the stu, finna snap, finna make like sixty classics

Snapping all day, don't slow down, no slow motion

You don't got a strap, why the fuck is yo ass pole boasting

You ain't really on shit, you got no motion

Money heavyweight, it's strong just like Hulk Hogan

Money heavyweight, it's strong like Ngannou

If you fumble the bag then that shit on you

Copped the 'lenciagas, need the Louboutins too

Bitch I'm number one, yeah, fuck a top two

Told bro I got you, if you ever need something

I ain't worried about money 'cause it keep coming

Ran it up, it's coming too fast, I got to keep thumbing

You be saying hella shit but it don't mean nothing

You a whole pussy, why the fuck you mean mugging

If the cops ask me a question, I ain't seen nothing

Sticks hitting, yeah, it sound just like we drumming

They can keep talking, bitch I'ma keep stunting

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep talking, got deep pockets and we popping

Lil' bro talking tough but he a fan, I know he watching

They envious as fuck, yeah I know they gon' keep watching

Bust down watches, yeah, I got that bust down AP

I done took his bitch, I took his bitch that's why he hate me

Tote that big ass AR, it's ready to go, it got no safety

You done got exposed, you a whole bitch, why you talking crazy

Love to get that money, lil' bitch, yeah I'm a addict for it

Up in that G-Wagon lil' bitch, this a Brabus floor it

Bro used to trap off the Tussin, but now he active pouring

We be drag racing, lil' bitch, in the fastest foreign

Up in the fastest foreign or the newest Track

Lil' bro claim he was clouted, he walked in I said who is that

If lil' bro go try to run, then my bro gon' shoot his back

I won't listen to yo song because lil' bro, you is wack

Truest facts they ain't ready for, bitch the truth hurts

Uzi on my side, I might go out and cop some new verts

How the fuck I spent yo check right up on two shirts

Hop on any beat I spit that fire, make my tooth hurt

Yeah, you spit bars but don't say shit, you need to stop rapping

You be talking shit but you be lying, need to stop capping

You be talking shit like you done ran up, it did not happen

If you hear some noise that be them sticks, no we is not clapping

Why the fuck would we clap for yo shitty ass performance

We be really in the city, yo ass act like you a tourist

My bro went and doubled yo salary just running off of Tourent

I'ma snap on these beats everyday, not too long I'll be touring

Yeah, selling out these shows never selling out my soul

And if cops ask me some questions I ain't selling out my bro

If I see that bag right in front of me I'm yelling out let's go

Biggest bag chaser only thing I want on my headstone