Julio Talkn Lyrics

Yeah, what up

Yeah, what up

Nigga, you the type to go slide and go hide

Don't let us catch you outside, you better go hide

The feds tryna read my rights I'm like, fuck you, I know mine

Snap quick and get to wig'n in this bitch cause I got no mind

I guess they all wanna know why

Tell em that I'm not going for shit I let the mag off

And I'm too sexy for my bitch I laugh my ass off

Seen a fiend washed up

I think this nigga off bath salts

Nigga, that's that bag talk

And I'ma get it

Nigga, yes, I'm from the fame

But I don't think you wanna visit

Niggas acting like they crazy

But ain't been in that position

We'll slide through vivid paint a nigga

so exquisite

Do you get the picture

Nah, I don't think they get it

Till they see there ain't no license plate on this Honda Civic

And I really ain't the type to play

But gon' complete the mission

If you call me, I'll come right away cause I know time's ticking

My big bro just called the other day to ask me how I'm living

Mom and pop don't want me in the crib I got my own shit

And your mans did a different type of sentence cause he's snitching

I don't know how niggas move with a rat in they clique

It's a strap, it's a blick

In every house and every whip

And if you thinking you gone rob me you as crazy as it get

Paint his head Dennis Rodman, cause he playing with his dick

If you ain't got it, don't talk commas, we ain't playing about that shit

I get to snap'n every track, now they saying that I'm him

And this blunt too packed bitch, I

Alright, I got it

This blunt too packed bitch, I been above the rim

We know that them boys ain't do that, but we gon' tell them spin again

If them niggas shoot, we shoot back, that's how you really take the risk

How you in the field a full back, but you ain't really tryna hit

Hit lil' baby ribs, a full rack, she probably think I'm pussy whipped

I'm only speaking real true that it ain't no cap when I spit

Tired of niggas thinking that they really that when that ain't really it

Nigga, yea, you can probably dodge a Scat, but you can't dodge a Blick

My nigga said the Blicky in his fanny pack I know he drawing quick

It ain't that for grabs, but I'm like give me that cause you a easy lick

Yeah, nigga

It's like 12 in the morning

And shit like

And I'm recording this bitch

On the phone too

For real

But I put that on my son

Everything I said

I'ma stand on it, nigga

Hunnids

Thirties