Shxt Talkin Pt.II ft. Blakk Lyrics

Real freaky jit, slutted out my tutor, got some work, I never do that shit

Never go to class, but in my pants I got a ruler bitch,

I'm like a soldier in that field, with that stick I might abuse this bitch

Yeen tryna get no cheese out here, I'm tryna take your loot and shit

Heard the opps was talkin' crazy, drop the ski and then we send a blitz

We the motion members, yeah we gettin' money, got the city lit

Met this freaky ho right out the store, now she tryna fuck the clique

How you hatin' on the guys, know we gettin' rich

On the phone with my buddy, I just served a pound of shit

Say you need it fast, I'ma go and send it chill

cougar bitch, she got them racks plus her ass from the hills

How you hatin', bitch, when your ass ain't from the ville

Catch me in the back, I'm water whippin', know this graveyard shit

Late night, graveyard shift, yeah we tryna hit

Pop out with the blick, we see a opp, we tryna kill that bitch

Trappin' bub, sellin' lows, that's how I got racks and shit

In the cut, gettin' sacks, like a nigga, Aaron Donald bitch,

Real freaky jit, thumb up in the butt, tryna slut the bitch

Know I want a nut, why she trippin', I can't love that bitch

lately, I been countin' money, gettin' hundreds, man, I love this shit

Found another route, I made some money, I ain't no runner, jit

Even when I was a runner, in my crew, I still be runnin' shit

Remember hittin' for like 50, but we couldn't even get that shit

So I hit the mic, I switched my flow, I think they really love the kid

It's just Me and Black, we chillin', talkin' crazy, then we stand on bizz

I just jumped up in the stu, you can call my ahh karate kid

I be swingin' all these choppers, better duck before I split yo wig

I'm a trapper, you a rapper, nigga, yeen really sellin' shit

Bad bitch, she on the gram, know she posted right up in the fin

Nigga mad about a bitch, only thing she did was suck my dick

If you tryin' to cop a 8th, then that's 50, if it's past 10

Niggas Hatin' on the motion members, cause we steady gettin' it in

I might stomp and beat a nigga ass, talking send his ass to Shands

Bend his Left and swing his right, popped his ass, hop right out the van

Threw my Wrist right in the pot, I took it out, then I made a plan

Put my wrist right in the pot, that water locked, and then I made a band

If You beefin' bout a bitch, you need to stop, that bitch don't want a man

I'm the type to kill a preacher, I'm a reaper, I'm a killer, man

It's time to slide, we grab the fire, we leave the phone, and then go spin the Benz

We just Jumped up in the splat, you can't see us cause it's dark tints

Boot Just hit my phone, it's 2 o'clock, say that nigga tryna sin

Like jeepers creepers, we gon' get ya, hoppin' out like we some reapers

We hop up on the court, we walk em down, we never shoot from bleachers