Shyt Talk Lyrics

Uh-huh, yeah

Time to wake y'all up real quick

Get some slight shit for y'all, you feel me

Something super slight, you feel me

Gotta be out here talking that shit for a little bit, you know

I'm getting tired of all that yapping y'all doing

Talking about who the king and not, hold on

Hey, Zach, please let em know

Please break it down for them real quick

Uh-uh, yeah

Look, uh, Nickelodeon slime (Splat)

Berserk little nigga, he losing his mind

Put the pedal to the metal, no time to rewind

Before the beat even dropped, invaded your mind

Premeditated treason, I can't even be fined

Take off like a rocket

My amigos right beside me, planet hoppin

I made your shorty get with me, Hot Topic

She like a nigga taste, yum, Red Robin's

Always moved solo, stayed away from you niggas

I never had my own gang, they be snaking

My lyrics, flow like a river, or your girl on her period

Sit down or do your sentence, you know how to finish it, uh

That's why I always use a comma

But more money, but it mean more problems

Spun her round DJ, no Drama

She call me papi, but I ain't her father, uh (hell nah)

She's tired of those fake thugs, gang life

Got with a real G, this thug life

Put her hands on my face like I spy

She my lil' double X, I'm her XY

(HA) Her last nigga like"ex why?"

She told me I'm the one like Khaled

She like me, best dressed, no salad

I got the last vote, playa, no ballad

My flow different, don't funnel it (nah don't touch it)

Take my name out your mouth like tonsils, Trick

No treat, just beats, I can bank on

Take your shorty to the top like King Kong

New verse, Threw it up, like ping pong

See-saw, level niggas out like sea salt

Coleslaw, last on the plate, well damn Dogg

You in the mist, like Sierra, Ima groundhog

Popping on you niggas in the springtime

Like Jhené, she said forget all your free time

I'm scary like the school to prison pipeline

You on the line, lil' nigga, this the last line

Syke, back on you like a third strike

Third time's a charm, nigga, like my love life (damn)

Never needed women, I just know how to love, right

I'm the type to call your mama, we ain't gon' fight

Like, mama, come and get your daughter

She acting like a daddy girl, beating like a father

I ain't tryna harm her, but I'm bout to have the strong arm her

If she keep out here tripping like a fuck nigga scholar

Cause she ain't free

Mess with me, this Death Row

Big Suge in the back in the low low (West-side)

MC on the mic like Hammer Time

Try and line me, and end up at the finish line

Shit talk so much, it's a gift for gab

Rough a nigga up tough like Sinbad

If the beat was a toilet, I'm a rich nigga

Cause my lyrics running deep like a shit bag