TALKNBOUT ft. Fozy & J Wong Lyrics

I just be countin' these bands

What the fuck is you talkin' bout

I put that hit on your mans

What the fuck is you talkin' bout

I just be rockin Hermes

What the fuck is you talkin' bout

I just be sippin' this red

What the fuck is you talkin' bout

If it ain't me what you talkin' bout?

What the fuck is you talkin' bout

I swear these hoes be too nasty

I put it all in her fuckin' mouth

And my voice gettin' raspy

Been sippin' the lean and smokin' loud

Look how I slide on a trap beat

I swear I'm the best in the underground

And I just be talkin' my shit like, how the fuck you gon' tell me what the fuck to do

And I just be icin' my wrist like I sprained that bitch when I was fuckin ur boo

I'm sippin' the red and downin' the bottle

Seeing your ex, she bad like a model

Poppin the X she ridin' the throttle

Who gon' be next? We gon' see tomorrow

I just be countin' these bands

What the fuck is you talkin' bout

I put that hit on your mans

What the fuck is you talkin' bout

I just be rockin Hermes

What the fuck is you talkin' bout

I just be sippin' this red

What the fuck is you talkin' bout

I'm with Jay Wong in this bitch

I cannot leave with no stick

Disappear on these hoes like a trick

All of this hate, it's makin' me sick

I put her in doggy that ho wanna bark

I only do valet, I never do park

Got so much iron, I feel like I'm Stark

My life like Sopranos, dont fuck with no narc

I'm smokin' this gas like Texaco

Pull up on a bitch, ion text a hoe

My bars on point like a metronome

I'm switchin' the vibe like Lexapro

My pics are too crazy, callin' me Disney

Gettin a bag if you ridin' with me

Feel like im Floyd man, they cannot hit me

I want it now, man, not when I'm 60

I just be countin' these bands

What the fuck is you talkin' bout

I put that hit on your mans

What the fuck is you talkin' bout

I just be rockin Hermes

What the fuck is you talkin' bout

I just be sippin' this red

What the fuck is you talkin' bout

Double cup, double cup Sippin' that red, I'm blushing up

Fuck it up, fuck it up, bad lil' bitch wan' suck it up

Sayin' these hoes is nasty, I put her right in the backseat

Hungry like she started fasting, I drop her off like a taxi

Big body built like the Michelin man

Got a new bitch and she know how to dance

Keep on workin', just using your hands

Keep on workin', just using your hands

Using your hands, shakin' that ass

BBL, you know that I smashed

Got a new ho, she back at home

She watchin' the shows, you know that she bad

Packin' that bitch, packin' that bitch

Packin' that bitch like a stadium

Draco kick back, fucked my shoulder

This big shit ain't even made for him

Packin' that bitch, packin' that bitch

Packin' that bitch, a hunnid K

If that double cup filled with lean and red then that means I would love to stay