Shit Talker Lyrics

93 in my tank

93 in yo bank

These brand new hunds

they hot off the press

so you know my money stank

I'm the leader

she not in my rank

Can't fall for a hoe

You got beef wit me it's cool

We riding with Nina and she like to paint

Cap rapping

And y'all capping on yall on bands

That boy a hoe

Old spice

Make 'em a man

Got a nigga in the hood

and nigga in the burbs

they both my biggest fans

Yall ain't up for real

Them stimmys when yall touched your first band

This ain't no cap rap

I'm a manifester

Zaa got my chest tight

Cause I'm smokin pressure

You bitches slow

I'm playin chess

Y'all playing checkers

She tried to pull my card

Now I guess I gotta deck her

You niggas sad

Yall can't even hold ya liquor in a section

7 deep 1 bottle taking pictures

I'm walking on this beat so hard

I gotta check fa blisters

I got the recipe yea hoe I got the mixture

Red bottoms on white tops on the toes.

I'm a pretty ass bitch I can be a centerfold

Call me Trinidad cause I'm rocking all the gold

Bank roll so big yea my money never fold

I'm on top

Yea imma prodigy

I see ya wig lifting sis

You need sum gots2b

(Gots2b)

Shout out Guapo

Yea I know he proud of me

I'm a bitch from the burbs so I do it snobbishly

I'm a realist so I'll tell yall honestly

Some niggas got A pussy

In the spot they balls should be

I'm a newbie but respect my artistry

I'm his muse so he do it all for me

I'm a newbie but respect my artistry

I'm his muse so he do it all for me

(All for me)

Cap rapping

And y'all capping on yall on bands

(on yall bands)

That boy a hoe

Old spice

Make 'em a man

(make him a man)

Got a nigga in the hood

And nigga in the burbs

They both my biggest fans

Yall ain't up for real

Them stimmys when yall touched your first band

This ain't no cap rap

I'm a manifester

Zaa got my chest tight

Cause I'm smokin pressure

You bitches slow

I'm playin chess

Y'all playing checkers

She tried to pull my card

Now I guess I gotta deck her

He made mad so I took him off my roster

I flew to Jamaica

Just to kick it with the Rastas

(Wagwonn)

Since I'm cooking,

Imma chef me up some pasta

I'm in the booth raising hell

Cause I'm a shit talker