Just Talkin' Lyrics

Don't text my phone with screenshots bitch I know what I did

(Bitch on gang)

All fifties in my bag it look like peppa pig

(Them bitches pink)

Ain't really In no rush but still tryna make it big (Big time rush)

He think I'm crazy, think I'm psycho like I'm Sid

I really just woke up in this bit you know what I'm saying?

Like I'm really just tryna get rich how these hoes be getting pregnant

Fast and unplanned ya know what I'm saying?

But shit, Ty on the beat so you already know who made it

(BJ this a hit boy)

Me I can't have hoes I'll like one too much and play favorites

That relationship gone die anyways giving pussy up ain't gone save it

She mad at me I hit her friend she hate the way I played it

I hop on the beat with bj and it's a hit like mike will made it

Ion do that he say she say, I'll ask the nigga what he said myself

He broke as hell I can tell his pants in the water like Micheal Phelps

You not being petty to me I promise you doing that shit to yourself

Only drink expensive all my bottles be top shelf

I told that nigga I'm racist he'll never put me in black and white

He play with me I'll give him the clip even if he acting right

I'm sipping on that dirty told my sister it's just sprite (Ahh)

I pop out with a fit they say it's drip it's something light

I be missing my bitch but I be forgetting that we just friends

Ain't even eat her pussy man that hoe lying if she ain't no ten

Ain't even text her back but she still got the message ain't even press send

Niggas pulling gimmicks on the gram that shit not real that shit pretend

I know damn well you gone lie to me baby just don't do the shit to my face

She bad as hell but shawty running I'm not finna chase

I'm like my cousin KJ in that scat I like to race

These hoes like Zaxby's coleslaw it ain't shit to get replaced

You the type of nigga that's gone get mad whenever she curve you

(Dum ass Nigga)

You the type of nigga to tell my bitch he don't deserve you

(Tender dick)

Damn twin she not tryna link I promise she heard you

(Just stop asking)

Your bitch text me I pop out like a waiter how can I serve you?

(What can I get)

This college bitch want a private concert she found out I rap

(Want me to preform)

Can't even go to the Stu with C he hate when I sap

(He hate when I sing)

Ion even fuck with Dora I'm swiping If you got the map

(Swiper no swiping)

Can't even listen to his music I found out it's all cap (Man that shit cap)

My bitch got OCD she suck me to perfection (Damn, Damn)

She heard your music and she caught a ear infection (What the fuck)

I'm not no sensi I'm not wave but I teach lessons

(Not big wave)

Don't let her figure you out man keep that lil hoe guessing (Or she gone leave)

You can't listen to me and still be getting played (Fuck is you doing?)

Ian even wearing no cape why this hoe still tryna get saved? (Haha)

We got Motion all my niggas saying paid (Bitch on gang)

I'll shoot through the blinds if he throwing shade (Fa,Fa)

Ion even gotta hit and quit it, I treat em right then they gone leave

(Bitch on gang)

I'm not mad that you hit Sophie Nigga please

Nigga's rats they ass gone tell you give 'em cheese

(Bitch on gang)

Casamigos that's gone get her on her knees