TALK'N MY SHIT Lyrics

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Got five hundred grand on the wrist

Richard Mille got my ass feelin' rich

Iced out shit belongs in the fridge

Don't mind me

I'm just talkin' my shit

Got five hundred grand on the wrist

Richard Mille got my ass feelin' rich

Iced out shit belongs in the fridge

Don't mind me

I'm just talkin' my shit

Dreams all came true like I made a wish

Money be like legos how I'm stackin' bricks

Drivin' some foreign I don't know what it is

But the whip is all black with the windows tint

Ops pull up on me yeah you know I hit the switch

Ridin' with your dream girl that's my extra bitch

Need to twist a white girl like Alexa Bliss

Stay in first place cause you know I always win

I just heard your shit it belongs in the bin

Just tell the truth no, this is not a diss

Talkin' shit to me that's a real fuckin' risk

Start runnin' ya mouth just know you gon' hear a click

My gun makin' songs and just singin' hits

When my gun coughs guarantee you gettin' sick

BAHH headshot bitch you know I never miss

This is not pretend

No

This is not a skit

Got five hundred grand on the wrist

Richard Mille got my ass feelin' rich

Iced out shit belongs in the fridge

Don't mind me

I'm just talkin' my shit

Got five hundred grand on the wrist

Richard Mille got my ass feelin' rich

Iced out shit belongs in the fridge

Don't mind me

I'm just talkin' my shit

Don't mind me

I'm just talkin' my shit

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