Shit Talk PT3 Lyrics

This beat so funky

PMF be the gang

I don't know if she know but if I fuck I got to get out of there

I don't know if she know but if it's so she making money there

On that fucking street like gta them npc's in there

These niggas is bots they don't get guap they get them souvenirs

Out my motherfucking top I'm out my head It must be a dream or something

Must be a dream or something

I hear demon talking, I hear demons coming

And you know you ain't shooting nothing know you ain't doing the stomping

twenty-sixteen i was foam running

Might act slow but they don't know nothing

But they was there the whole time

In my city I'm the goat

I don't seat here and mope

Bitch I need this fucking dope

All this fake love, bitch I don't know whoa whoa

Almost spilled my drink that's a no go go go

We was dating in the past now I'm on to something different

Now these benji's got my last making money my decision

I'm in the state of mind still be chasing dollar signs

Still not taking none of mine still committing all these crimes

I was broke just wasting time not a penny not a dime

A real nigga I define now they sour like a lime

Come here boy, don't you run don't you here that sound

I got a certain fee, you just pay me for my timing

Flip the script bend the rules they see how we sliming

Two door coupe drop the top see how I'm sliding

I been eating good nigga you look boney

I want megan good hope that she be lonely

Draco do whatever my bitch tote it for me

Draco do whatever my bitch hold it for me

KD