Talk 2 em Lyrics

GankSquad

Uptown

You hear me nigga

Let me talk to em

Talk to him then bankroll

Bitch ass niggas on my dick they wanna hate

We shootin' down them burg, 28's watch em skate

A nigga eatin' good, man you see what's on my plate

Only fuck with four niggas, all these other niggas fake

Word around town, heard niggas at bra

They let a nigga out, now they really fucked up

Shooters with them rugers, have my Goonies at your house

Never get my hands dirty have my killers bring them out

Bands on your head, better hit the highway

Cause your ass on sale like Black Friday

I walk it how I talk it and I get it how I live it

It's just me and my nine, I don't need no codefendant

My niggas get them ready then I come and get them jetty

Got the trash bag money, talkin' bout that hefty hefty

Off one phone call, man I make more than your daddy

That's that Uptown shit, Route four, free lil Natti

And free lil Johnny, vell, Kobe, and aonnie

I'm on the paper chase until the feds can find me

Mr. Ralph Lauren, man polo might try to fine me

I'm a trill young savage, lil webbie might try to sign me

Chopper, how you runnin', like you at a track meet

Up pipe on your ass, I can hear your heart beat

Niggas talkin' ra-ra, but not really in the streets

You feelin' foggy, nigga leap', and end up at the house of wheat

Don't come to RP, I got killers that go crazy

Wes, Darion, Lil' Trey and P-Baby

Lil' Dave gon' shoot, Lil' Chris gon' shoot

My cousin Tay gon' shoot, Pluto' Crave gon' shoot

Niggas gettin' hectic, young niggas we livin' reckless

Cut yo fingers off, send your momma the Christmas presents

Sneak dissin' for attention, man, you don't know what I'm bout

You keep sayin' my name, I'm rip your tongue out your mouth

Lil' mikey from the six, got me fuckin' with the gank

We on that other shit, fuck around and hit a bank

40 with the scope, I'm strapped up, you think I ain't

I'm fresh up out the juvie, a lil nigga bout to hank

And if you got some bands, then nigga, I need that

I'm hungry for that money, broke nigga, can't be that

First warning shot, goin' to your kneecap

Second warning shot, I'm shootin' where you bleed at

Motherfucker, and that's more where that came from

Who a pussy in our clique, nigga, name one

Young boss, straight thorough, boy, it ain't one

Uptown, can't forget where I came from