Shit Talking Crew ft. A2BeatsBANG & Big Quis Lyrics

Boy get up off yo ass, how you wake up talking Insta Shit

You ain't never took a lost and had to get a different kit

Just let me have yo pouch my baby cause this a different mix

I'll cut my hoes off if I ain't got no motion Shouldn't have put no diamonds in my buffs

I need to focus My diamonds VVS, we can all see who the brokest

All these niggas broke as hell, can't keep up with my tab, nigga How you tapping hats, bitch, you ain't even got no strap with you

Tell the bitch, don't post me on the gram, don't be snapping pictures

I can't be around you every day, cause I still crack the niggas

I talk the hoes rude, I'm wearing blue, I carry blues

Its a bad bitch and the pistol stuffed in every coupe

From Detroit, I'm doging haters, I'm making Barry moves

If you ever fuck my friend, then I can't marry you

I can take your ass to Birmingham, let's get some good food

Fenkell Ave nigga, I can bring you to my avenue

All these niggas broke as hell, I be Icey through the hood

Once I fuck, I ain't take you home but a Uber would

My competition poor, I'm an overlord

Paid my chain in cash, that's a Range Rover Sport

Paid the bitch suck my dick, I should've record the whore

I follow hoes, but we pulling up from door to door

I just fucked a opp nigga, bitch, we just up to score

Shut your pussy ass up, it's real niggas in the door

I just pulled up in a spaceship, it's a Aventador

I just hurt a nigga feelings, he just pulled up in a Porsche

You would think we only fans, the way I get it by the month

Boss Yo Life Up, we horsing niggas if they ain't with us

Boss Yo Life Up, we paint niggas if you ain't with us

In a chicken coop like I'm Smokey, without angel dust

I'm like Deebo when I walk up in a room, just shut it up

We got money, but we want your chain, better cough it up

I can talk that shit without looking, I'm feeling like I'm Quis

How the fuck, you jumped off the porch and you ain't bumped into me

All these hoes bad, swear my wife about to get cheated on

Ain't no bitch gon' ever outdo me, I'm undefeated, hoe

We gon' run this money up through rap, selling weed to blow

Heard that nigga died, we don't speak on what you don't need to know

VVS diamonds, perfect timing in the coupe reclined

I ain't trying to listen to they raps, all these niggas lying

While I drive the coupe, I'm recording, why she suck my pride

I don't give a fuck what niggas from I'm 7 mile diamonds

"You keep telling me you ain't got no bitches I mean just stop lying, You know what I'm saying"