Talkin' To Em Lyrics

Yea

Yea

Super Slow, tell me how she like it, she already know

2 for 4, re-up on that

I can't say no more

Tip toe

Kicking down your door

Know what I'm here for

Dance floor

Make him do that bop when I hit his toe

Super fast, I can't come in last, bitch I do the dash

Car crash, did it on my own, I cant take a hand

Benjis in my pocket fuck a wallet cus they out of style

Might jus cop a Audi I need four rings it been awhile

Thinking bout my family I can't do no more than this

Single after single I'm coming up off of hits

Baby put it on me while I'm rubbing on her hips

But I just want the head don't you come here with them lips

Like 5 6 on my feet do no less when it come to me

This rap shit ain't free gotta have bread chasing your dreams

I'm tired of all you niggas trying to come close trying to compete

Ain't even got good music make a banger nigga at least

Got it yea I got it

Taking off bitch I'm a rocket

And that rocket in my pocket

Don't you reach you better watch it

And these bitches really wilding

I'm the plug call me a socket

Brudda sipping on that wocky

I be telling him to stop it

(You need to stop it)

Hey

I got eaters round the way

Call a Uber you can't stay

Want that za you gotta pay

Smoke and smoke that pain away

Girl you all over the place

Tryna eat off of my plate

I do not own a buffet

You a eater you a stray

Shordy put in on me really thought I had a soul tie

I just want the necky I can't lay up with you whole time

Show me how you do it while I sit here with my hands out

She know I be cruddy I'm a kick her switch her friends out

Fold me up a nigga really put him in a headlock

Two tone for the wrist

Then I gotta ice my mans out

Play my music loud, windows down, yea I'm dragging now

For I kick her out, take her charger and I fake a smile

Super Slow, tell me how she like it, she already know

2 for 4, re-up on that

I can't say no more

Tip toe

Kicking down your door

Know what I'm here for

Dance floor

Make him do that bop when I hit his toe

Super fast, I can't come in last, bitch I do the dash

Car crash, did it on my own, I cant take a hand

Benjis in my pocket fuck a wallet cus they out of style

Might jus cop a Audi I need four rings it been awhile

Granny crib, I know in her eyes, I can't do no wrong

I be going hard, making songs, I'm just tryna ball

I can't lie

I got hundreds hundreds hundreds on my mind

And you might think I'm skating cus I'm really on my grind

I ain't satisfied

People look up to me I can't die

Why you playing sides

With us or against, don't you try

I cannot be seen

5 percent my window you can't see

You might not believe

I been putting work in for my dreams

Hey

I got motion get you done up in a day

I started blowing up now niggas got nothing to say

Leeching nah, run that money up until it fade

I got me a new

And she

Me the right way

Need my paper now not tomorrow bitch today

Call me what you want but know that I'm the ECK

Speeding down the highway jakes round the way

I can't do a feature less a nigga finna pay

Super Slow, tell me how she like it, she already know

2 for 4, re-up on that

I can't say no more

Tip toe

Kicking down your door

Know what I'm here for

Dance floor

Make him do that bop when I hit his toe

Super fast, I can't come in last, bitch I do the dash

Car crash, did it on my own, I cant take a hand

Benjis in my pocket fuck a wallet cus they out of style

Might jus cop a Audi I need four rings it been awhile