Talkin' Bout Lyrics

So, I wake up in the mornin', what the fuck is niggas talkin' bout?

Bag up on his head, just drop the lo', my niggas walk 'em down

Prolly got 'em mad because his ho all on my dick

I be all up in my bag, but I won't ever tell 'em shit

So, I wake up in the mornin', what the fuck is niggas talkin' bout?

Bag up on his head, just drop the lo', my niggas walk 'em down

Prolly got 'em mad because his ho all on my dick

I be all up in my bag, but I won't ever tell em shit

They be like " JB he the new kid "

I can't sell my soul, no, I'm 3 FOR3V3R

I hold up my wrist shit be on Ben 10

I hold up some stones and change up the weather

That bih she a dub, I wish I hadn't met her

I wrote you this song but won't write letter

That bitch gotta go cause I never can settle

I stay wit a pole, yeah, I stay wit that metal

I'mma whippin' the dope up wit a K

She don't wanna go, she wanna stay

I go to pro leagues, hit a play

Can't talk to the police, never change

Pitt said that's on me for the change

The glock it stay on me, let it bang

Like bae, I want gold teeth wit the fangs

Like Nicki stay on me, get to sprayin'

So, I wake up in the mornin', what the fuck is niggas talkin' bout?

Bag up on his head, just drop the lo', my niggas walk 'em down

Prolly got 'em mad because his ho all on my dick

I be all up in my bag, but I won't ever tell em shit

So, I wake up in the mornin', what the fuck is niggas talkin' bout?

Bag up on his head, just drop the lo', my niggas walk 'em down

Prolly got 'em mad because his ho all on my dick

I be all up in my bag, but I won't ever tell em shit

This shit 3 FOR3V3R

This shit 3 FOR3V3R

This shit 3 FOR3V3R

This shit 3 FOR3V3R