Thizzle Talk ft. Dae Grimey Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, another sucka die, we like, ooh-wee

She said she never suck dick, she could've fooled me

Me and bro got twin glocks, that's a two-piece

She not stoppin' till I bust, I'm like, move, please

Fuck it up, bitch, do what your mama taught you

30 stick, hangin' out my jeans, I'm a 30 poppin

She gon' give me what I need, she a penny drop

Shoot glock till they breath, leave, then eat helicopters

Ay-ay, nigga, pick they ass up behind my paint

I'ma flip a bag and get your ass touched

Thought he had a lick and got folded like a Mac

But was livin' off his bitch and got mad he got his bag too

Ay-ay, tricked her out her bag and then cuffed her

These bullets bisexual if you hang with suckers

Spittin' on my name, you one stupid motherfucker

Spittin' on this block, we burn you down like Usher

Ay-ay, he post a pic with his bitch after I fucked her

Why you put your all in that, bitch, you can't trust

Ay-ay, he put a switch on the Glock, it's shootin' clusters

I'm tryna body me a shit, bitch, I'ma

Ay, bounce out, nigga, I'm finna get down

Slide through how the Drake buses makin' thunder sounds

Bitch, niggas talkin' on my name, but only chasin' clouds

Said he was gon' put me on a T, but, bitch, I'm still around

Nigga, I'm reppin' red flags

If he keep playin, he gon' end up like shit, that ass

You, you actin' tough, lil' bro, I don't know why you said that

Keep it real, I just been chillin, you can catch me with them bands

Go stupid, go stupid

I got this Glock, I aim, I hit it, shoot like Cupid

When it's time to slide, I don't need no drill

Music, I'll bump, Alicia Keys, walk you down and keep it movin

Yeah, I'll walk a nigga down, but ain't shit happen

We givin' out, nigga, suits and ties, that's a gift package

Shorty know she found a G, she got my name tatted

Bitch, you know I got a bougie, dig my bitches, ain't every

Bitch, from Jordan to Darkside, bitch, we live different

Anything can happen, so don't ask me why this blick with me

And if this shit go down, is you gon' stick with me

Cause I seen a lot of niggas change when they hear 50

Free J, nigga, Free J, nigga

Bitch, I'm thunkin' with my brother to the grave, nigga

Stack pay, nigga, Stack pay, nigga

Cause these bitches gon' come with the cake, nigga

Hold on, nigga, you're not respectable

Stove runnin, you gon' have to go and fetch it for him

I'm the type, for my gang, I'll take the weapon for him

It's really levels to this shit, I learned my lessons twangin

Yeah, nigga, this shit get real, nigga

It's Free J that got him fetchin' 30 years, nigga

I done bailed and he still had that steel with him

I'ma run with gang, you better know this shit get real, nigga

You know I'm still fresh as hell when the feds watchin

We bringin' pressure to your ears and got your head bobbin

If he speakin' on my death, then I'm a bad rapper

My EBK just got off of work, he say he still slidin

Bitch, ask about my opps, that's a dead topic

Shorty, I ain't trippin' off them niggas if they ain't slidin

You claimin' that you gangsta, but you stay high

And niggas weird, I'ma blow this gas and stay on paytona

I'ma blow this gas and stay on paytona