Shit Talking Seminar Lyrics

Come through, this the shit talking seminar

In a body body, pulled out, had to flex the car

All this shit off the top, talking lyrics we ain't penning ours

Why you trying to come around, lil bitch, you ain't a friend of ours

Pockets done got big, them shits was looking up to Escanor

Don't ever try to kick it with me, lil bitch, I'll check a whore

You acting like less is more

What the fuck you flexing for

You at the bottom, at the top, what I been headed for

More drip than the seven seas, lil bitch, just let it be

You ain't ahead of me

You starving, we just steady eat

I'ma get the bread, the cheese

Always had the recipe

Get the fuck from next to me

LV my accessory

Making hits successfully

I'm the best dressed you see

Please don't try to step to me

You talking all that shit but all I could see was some jealousy

But pussy you ain't pressing me

You talking like you up but yo lil shit was not impressing me

Run up bands, run it up like it's easy to do it

Too much drip, my fit water like it's Fiji, the newest

After the Track, bitch, I need a fucking Beamy, no Buick

He be talking tough online, bet when he see me don't do it

Best shit talker need to do a masterclass

Finna blow up and blow some bands, fuck the aftermath

Rolling in the SRT like fuck it with the shattered glass

You be on some lil shit, we get the fatter bags

I just walked right in the function, CDG, this ain't no Stussy

Just tell me what the fuck it is

Don't tell me what it could be

I rock the whole damn show if you book me

Make a bag then hit the boogie

Run shit up like I should be

Bro down bad trying to pay for-

Big, big, big ass pape stacker

Y'all just talk, I hate chatter

In a ghost, it ain't Casper but really that lil Range I'm after

If he try to run up at close range that's a disaster

Pull that glocky out, go bang

And after that yo ass don't matter

Shh, shh

Spent yo rent on a fragrance

Really you just fake shit

Damn, lil boy, you ain't shit

Really I ain't patient so just tell me when the pape hit

Spent two racks on Bape shit (yeah, yeah)

Came through in a crazy ass whip

You ain't really on nothing, you a lazy ass bitch

If you talking about drip, we go crazy at Fifth, uh

Making these hits, that shit made me legit (yeah, yeah)

Come through, this the shit talking seminar

In a body body, pulled out, had to flex the car

All this shit off the top, talking lyrics, we ain't penning ours

Why you trying to come around, lil bitch, you ain't a friend of ours