TALK MY SHIT ft. TraCe-O Lyrics

Aye Benzo

Shorty check this out

Let this mun fucking

Beat run you heard me

Even if I run of breath

My nigga I'm still going

Keep going we ain't gon stop

Let me talk my shit right quick

I said my baby mother be hating

This music shit I be dating

This mixtapes I be fucking

This Causion Beats I be raping

Say my music turnt too loud

Girl you should be proud

I'm the slickest nigga in town

Where the fuck you go with

My crown I said I need that

I need that shorty gave me

That feedback I keep a AK

In my trap house I'm the

Hardest out and I mean that

I was taught killer be killed

Why the fuck you think I'm

Still here this 38 knock heads

Off and having niggas pouring

Out beer I said I'm gone Shorty

I'm coming back no ghost writer

Do all the scrapes since 92 I was

Sleeping wit crack I was just a kid

I was hard as shit can't fuck with Y'all

Because y'all slowed it down I

Kept it moving I don't know y'all

Clowns got twenty fiends in my

Cell phone got ten fiends in my other

One I heard he got a half birdie I hope

This bitch nigga fumble one

I'm on the block all the time

I gets low when them numbers

Come you know 213 215 they

Cop cars but don't listen to me

No job with this nice car this

Why my friends tripping on

I'm out chea big strap top off

Peeled back I'm the feature your

Song your verse killed that

My niggas know I talk shit

But best believe I walks it I

Got homeboys that's trained

To go they yellow tape they

Chalk shit did hand to hands

In them hallways I fell in love

With them long days them

Short Snubs and them long K's

I learned early that crime pays

I ride off wit my nigga Green

Because I fuck with shorty the

Long way murder gang or that

Scraping shit this music game or

This trapping shit this beat reminds

Me of the old school got tip guns in

My protools my bad bitches they old

News they get mad and say do you

I slides off and I do me these Baltimore

Bitches they cuckoo I got a rich hoe

That stay in the hood I nickname that

Bitch NewNew My shit just go so

Harder I do this thing for Carter

Madison and Tonya Coolie and my

Momma she makes the best lasagna

That's my favorite food baby I don't

Mean to rude baby but your ass is huge

Baby you ain't heard I'm a pimp too

The type of shit I'm in to going out

With one broad coming home

With a least two I'm Trace baby

You ain't know my my name

I'm David Blaine with that cocaine

You ain't heard Shorty it's showtime

No rookie shit It's pro time

I ain't never scared when it's go time

I ain't clocking out cuz its overtime

That slick shit that I'm on be

Back to back on my songs I won't

Fall off like you want me to

When i buy two he gon front me two

That's certified because I'm a G

Baby Basha home free Cheese baby

I'm gone