Shit Talk Lyrics

Uh, yeah, it's a sniper game All these niggas claim they catching bodies

No, we are not the same All these niggas do it just to rap

Or do it just for fame I put my whole city on my back

They know just who to blame Uh, yeah, it's the Hunger Games

And I'm ready to step on all these niggas Just cause they fucking lame

She scared of what her nigga gon' do Yeah, she a scary hoe

I've spent around that nigga block so many times Just like a merry go

And she so hooked on a nigga She can't leave me alone

Always been a fan of Gucci Never rocked with V-Lone

Uh, yeah, all these niggas ever rap about Is fucking dead homies

He ain't gon' be rapping soon Once I knock them dreads off him

Uh, yeah, and that's real rap All he ever do is act like he tough

Nigga, that's real cap We gon' skirt off on the scene

Sound like a bad bitch, it's real laugh Counting all this paper

Never thought that I'd be good at math Fuck that nigga Anthony

Bout time he took a fucking bath Damn, all I could do is laugh

Nigga got too many spots on his face Laying in made-up arts and crafts

Uh, I'ma leave his nose snotty I cannot wait till I catch me another fucking body

Matter of fact, wait till I catch that fuck nigga

I'ma have him doing a dance Rest in peace to Notti

Soon as that shit leave out That fucking 12-gate shawty

It's gon' be some big bodies on the ground Where the fuck is Franklin Saint

She keep asking where I'm at I'm like, bitch, where you ain't

You do what you can, lil' nigga, I do what you can't

And I'ma get the sprayin Just like a fucking can of paint

And I'ma have him at the funeral home Have his grandma faint

Yeah, it's the sniper game All these niggas claim they

Catching bodies, no, we are not the same All these niggas do it just to rap

Or do it just for fame I put my whole city on my back

They know just who to blame She worry about what her nigga gon' do

And she a scary hoe I spend around a nigga block so many times

Just like the merry go My pocket stay so fat like old lil terrio