Talkin Crazy ft. Mill Tixket Lyrics

Hey yo Foreigner, you crazy for this one

Yeah

Yeah, huh

Lil' Watt

Lil' Watt, homie, what up

Let's get it

Let's get it, it's my time, nigga

Ay

Hit it with the soda, hit it with the soda

Scrape the pot, work your wrist, nigga, get the ova

Bro trippin' with the pills out in Minnesota

Being flat broke could get a nigga focused

Lace him up, tell a coach, nigga, suck me in

Only cop from broke, cause he gon' front me with a nigga spin

Keep it all in the fam, nigga, fuck a friend

For motivation, I think back when Steph was in that Benz

Came home to niggas gettin' caked

But I was bullshittin', really in the way

Shit, I was in the house tryna play it safe

But sittin' on that couch, ain't get a nigga paid

Ignoring calls, thinkin' niggas on some bullshit

And fucked around and missed a wave on some stupid shit

But bro got me, he gon' show me how to do this shit

Whether it's houses or it's ounces, we gon' move this shit

Son of a hustler, I'll be damned if my pockets hurtin

When Watt had the bag, the whole block was workin

I was seven, watchin' Pops make that bag proppin

Two spots, both slappin', nigga, aggs chronin

Nigga, aggs ride, nigga, aggs battle

If you was real pop, was quick to throw a bag at you

Whole house was solid, not a bad apple

Niggas never told when the Vans got him

This shit, I witnessed with my own eyes

Back when niggas tossed shoes on the phone lines

You on the fence, just don't end up on the wrong side

I'm tryna fill his shoes, but they the wrong size, nigga

They talkin' crazy when we talkin' better

You break the rules, I cut you up, just like we off the tether

Neon mixed with fabulous, this shit'll make you better

He want the child to spread it out, just know they gave him letters

This shit, I witnessed with my own eyes

He think he charged, till I plug him like his phone died

He ride the wave, just know that it's a strong tide

Ride wave, when he seen it, made his soul cry

To hit his roof, just know I grabbed the ladder

Y'all win slow, talkin' bout some family matter

You owe me money, better pay me or I'll have to blast ya

We ain't east since Adam went and bit the apple

I'm blowin' trees, hippin' good in designer fashion

Say I wouldn't win a race, so I overlapped her

When Boyz II Men had the set, so you could get the cap, shit

Fuck the Christians, cause they feel my presence when I'm rappin

And they love the way I switch it up

I'ma shock the kids, you will never be as big as us

I'll rob you when you rap, might as well go and give her the

Food, kids, and lunch, everybody wanna sit with us

It's rope with it, so get rolled over

Ignore the ice, like I gave a bitch a cold shoulder

True story, turned the parlor to a Range Rover

Two daughters, to be honest, they my main focus

Dick so good, make her wanna sue me after

And Coach Carter, I'm playin' dumb like I'm Junior Battle

I'm in the trenches with the snakes, you don't hear them rattle

Who you dissin' in your song? Pussy gon' have me, nigga