Talk my shit Lyrics

I hit up bro I'm like yo

I'ma get me a money bag and pop my shit

I'm independent so you know I talk my shit

And I also got hits now how could I miss

I came from the hood a little educated

I'm a have something stupid strapped to my wrist

Out here tryna claim me hoes I didn't even kiss

Posers and actors swear they reading scripts

They done gave the cornballs all the money

Gun the goofies don't call me your brother didn't

Bread when we was hungry really get me

A Rapping bitch to buy me a plain Jane

Hoes that used to front IG models treat them all the same

I came here for the money like fuck the fame

Hustle way harder than you like a playoff game

Taking all these drugs need to reframe

Bobby Brown the last time you seen an artist with this mind frame

They like the way that I pop my shit

The way that I talk my shit

I gotta thank my pops for all this drip

She like how I stay out the way

Taking calculated risks

She like the way flex on haters

Count my paper roll my J's

In June I was cooking in the stu like a baker

By May I was in the field playing my pockets

Look at the respect that I accrued y'all

Alone versus the giants you know I stand tall

You don't like me I'm doing good that's too bad

You would've thought I loved hooping but I was tryna secure a bag

You call her Ubers I slut her out then I call a cab

Turned nothing into something I see why y'all mad

I hit up bro I'm like yo

I'ma get me a money bag and pop my shit

I'm independent so you know I talk my shit

I got hits so how could I miss

I came from the hood a little educated

I'ma have something stupid strapped to my wrist

I hit up bro I'm like yo

I'ma get me a money bag and pop my shit

I'm independent so you know I talk my shit

I got hits so how could I miss

I came from the hood a little educated

I'ma have something stupid strapped to my wrist