Talkin' Shit Lyrics

Nigga aw shit told my niggas when I sign a deal

That mean we all rich

Never was a hooper

But still I manage to ball bitch

Pull up in a foreign

Boujie bitch like what you call this

Aye don't get to close hoe this a dog whip

20 bands all hunnid blues this a dog mit

Bet not get outta pocket baby

I dog shit

She ain't know which one of us to choose

So we all hit

Aye 392's back to back

Catch me speeding inna wraith

And I ain't cruising inna scat

Aye she slop the dick

Like she done snoozed in my lap

Hoes ain't used to wanna fuck

But now they do it cause I rap

Or do they fuck me off the racks

I know ion't want no kids

I still fuck without a strap

Ion't even beef with niggas

Word around they be the mack

Claiming he a jackboy

It ain't shit to get him jacked

I just got a rush

Too much adrenaline

You a rat I run with snakes

And they be venomous

Chop hit his body

Get to tearing up his ligaments

These niggas cap I swear to god

I'm so sick of it

2 twin hoes knock em down

Call that 9/11

Want 100 bands every week

Fuck a 9 to 7

That boy he ain't never left the state

Caught a flight to heaven

Pull up inna big black denali

Hang out the window flexing

Niggas jealous

Heard I hit his bitch

She was in my section

Head game crazy she was spitting

That's really impressive

Get a nigga bodied with a text

Typing send a message

30 opps I roll with 30 shots

They all get a present

Trappin outta school

I'm like fuck it

Break the rules

I had everybody shopping

All the bitches send me nudes

They know i'm that same nigga

Bet not get this shit confused

Domestic violence with the drugs

All prescriptions get abused

Say she never bored with me

I can keep a hoe amused

Stop that trippin tie yo shoes

Act a ass make the news

Pop a nigga step in blood

Turn my sneaks to christian loubs

I cant trip about a bitch

Cause all these bitches pick and choose

Ion't trust a bitch or what they say

She might be fuckin with the opps

She prolly tryna set the play

Prolly thinking that I'm dumb

Shit it's coo I play it safe

Up that 40 to her mit

& twist her motherfuckin lace

I hit every bad bitch I get my hands on

You know we aint shit

So when we fuck

Just put yo pants on

How the fuck you up

Yo brother down

Put yo mans on

Tossed the pack to D

In just 2 days he got them grams gone

I just bought some visas

I'm like fuck it get my scam on

40 dollar phone 50 bands

What I plan on

Woke up this bitch crying

I think she went through my damn phone

Brody actin silly with that glizzy

Get yo glam on