Talkin Fax! Lyrics

Goin up, goin up

Ugp we goin up

Goin up, yea yea

Got me taking packs to the airport

I'm off a perky lying on the floor

Got me pulling out my racks inside the prada store

Got me pulling out the cash from the bedroom drawer

She know that I'm talkin fax

Fuck yo bitch you took her back

She mad that I'm in the trap

Pop em with a 40 mac

All that shit you talkin cap

She gon sit on top my lap

I was outside servin packs

They thought I was in a frat

What the fuck is you talking bout I ain't on shit

Imma hop up in my civic I was servin up the bricks

I was walking with a limp like I gotta take a shit

Only reason cuz I got some drugs in my ricks

Now we runnin down the plug with a stick

Ion really mind hitting jugs for a fix

Meet me at the spot with the dough we getting lit

I been getting guap with my bros we getting rich

Got me taking packs to the airport

I'm off a perky lying on the floor

Got me pulling out my racks inside the prada store

Got me pulling out the cash from the bedroom drawer

She know that I'm talkin fax

Fuck yo bitch you took her back

She mad that I'm in the trap

Pop em with a 40 mac

All that shit you talkin cap

She gon sit on top my lap

I was outside servin packs

They thought I was in a frat