TALKIN SHIT Lyrics

Aye flame that wood, yea right there pass it

Buddy talking down on some bitch shit

I don't pay em mine, don't want Call ah get em hit quick

If I give the go, they light em up just like it's Christmas

I won't say no names, a couple of niggas on my hit list

Yeah bitch we can fuck, but we cant kiss, the hoe got dick lips

Damn the luh bitch bad and set it off like Jada Pickett

If bro heard that it's up he get to spinning like a fidget

Bitch I rock, I like, I'm Luffy, JPG Da Crew

Dummy boy can't play me like no goofy, watch what we gon' do

Then this bitch so fast look like the flash when luh tee coming through

Yeah I want yo friend, but I want you I like my hoes in twos

Niggas hella fu, they quick to switch just like my clothes and shoes

Thinking she gon stay after I fuck, I gave that ho the blues

Gang got hella Glocks look like a shop but I can't fuckin choose

I can't wait to catch that one man, I swear I'm folding, dude

Then that nigga stabbed you in yo back, how yo ass ain't see it

I just slammed the fucking pack, I'm the new John Cena

Luh tee he can't go, he on his toes just like a ballerina

Heard dude want me gone, that's on my soul, I gotta keep a Nina

I can't double back and crack again, cause she gon' think I need her

Lil bitch got that wet wet , I call her Aquafina

If I hit the step back, just know yo body leaving

Nigga keep on talking about your nigga, I send somebody creeping

Nigga lied in all his raps, he ain't never blowed shit

He don't let his bitch play my music on some ho shit

ARP got kick but I can't fake it, that's lil' bro shit

Nigga talking bout that he stepping let me put that to the test

Hit the wood and get the tripping get to beating on my chest

Brody tryna tap a nugget ain't no need for a vest

BBA, 8G's, be the gang, you know the rest

Bitch, I'm rock out like I'm Luffy JPG the crew