Iont Talk Much Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Real G's, move in silence I don't talk much

Cocaine, all white force, I can't walk much

They say money ain't everything but everything cost something

I'm a real fuckin' sick fuck, now my nose runnin

I know how to take a bitch down and have her soul cummin

Walk down on niggas on the road, now I'm road runnin

Niggas been hatin' on the low, so I'm pole clutch

The AK came from overseas, it only know Russian

Tell the coach to send a blitz

Had to talk to God, cause I was supposed to get him hit

All this money on my mind like I'm supposed to get rich

I be throwin' up the four, but I be posted in the six

You doin' all that barkin, you supposed to be a bitch

Smokin' niggas by the eighth, but it's supposed to be a zip

If you ain't worried about the paper, you ain't supposed to get lit

Like, why you worried about the score? Nigga, up dog shit

She bouncin' on a nigga dick on some frog shit

She fuckin' me, but got a man at home, she wrong for this

I can't believe that you was crashin' out, I made a song for this

I get a bag, start flashin' out and profit all of this

Yeah, I'm bout to profit all of y'all

Light skinned nigga, I'm the one LaMelo ball

I was the one you loved, now I'm the one you never call

Like, I'm supposed to give a fuck about this shit, not at all

Goofy, all these chops, I'm just tryin' to shoot a move

Started rap, cause it was fun, now I'm just tryin' to get groovy

Invested in rap, cause I was good, now I'm just tryin' to get it movin

Niggas cappin' bout life in real life, this shit gettin' confusing

Bought a gun, but I ain't never had to use it

Call me crazy, but I'm prayin' for the day that I do

Niggas in the paint, but they be sayin' they gon' shoot

Bitch, I'm really in that mode, like I'm Trav, give me loot

We could really walk him down, I got the mask inside the coupe

I'm finna turn this bitch up, I got the gas up in the booth

Before I try to do it right, I had the stash up in the roof

And I been chillin' for the day, I got a crash bandicoot

Real G's, move in silence, I don't talk much

Cocaine, all white force, I can't walk much

They say money ain't everything, but everything costs some

I'm a real fuckin' sick fuck, now my nose runnin

I know how to take a bitch down and have her soul cummin

Walk down on niggas on the road, now I'm road runnin

Niggas been hatin' on the low, so I'm pole-clutchin

AK came from overseas, it only know Russian