Talk My Shit ft. Ran Off Lyrics

(Leeskii)

I got too many bitches diggin' me, they done ran out of shovels (ran out)

She gave me her soul, she made a deal with the devil (the devil)

Them niggas gotta take her elevator to reach my level (beeep)

I start buyin' forces (fuck them forces) and I start buyin' margielas (them masion)

And they don't even know I got a hundred in the duffel

I start shootin' in this bitch and they don't know it got a suppressor

I just fucked a bad bitch and swiped that hoe right off my schedule And

If that pussy good, I leave a tip right on her dresser (that money)

Call her Lil' Jack and she keep blowin' up my phone, tellin' me I'm pressure

Gotta tell her, stop doin' all that extra shit, cause you not special (you not)

I pour my codeine inside a soda ion measure (don't measure)

I walk outside the house, don't know a nigga who get fresher (ion know a Nigga who get fresher)

I need another bitch (another bitch), on top of my other bitch (my other bitch)

Stay away from lollipops, niggas be on that sucka shit (that sucka shit)

My brother just got a XD, he added a Switch

Me and all my brothers stick together like Lilo and Stitch

I make bitches addicted like crack, and they love that shit (they love it)

Like the draft im a' bitch, first pick, they know I'm the shit (I'm the shit)

I'm a dog, but I ain't got no ticks

That lil' bitch she fiening , so I give her ass a quick fix and, Fucked her wig up in the mix

My life is a movie but it ain't come with a script (with a script)

She keep beggin' me to meet her, bitch, I'm takin' trips (takin' trips)

She think she a bad bitch, she ain't got minks, she got strips (she got strips)

But she got some nice hips and some pretty lips

Ayee when we up, they runnin' high, shots, fire, homicide

how you a gangsta and you thuggin', but you scared to come outside

Wanna squash it, tryna throw the beef aside, we can't let it slide

Gotta be some bloodshed before we stop and cut ties

And your body tryna put a hole in one like I was playin' golf

And since you think she's sweet just like a Kit Kat, I'ma break you off

Niggas think they hard, till that choppa hit and make em' soft and

I Been on my paper route, I might as well go fuck with Dolph

I'm from the' South, yea the dirty, yea I'm young, but hoes be thirty

Ain't no casket when I find em', they gon' close it like a curtain

Most these niggas, they be tender wanna kill me bout a bitch

I ain't even fuck that hoe, yeah, I just made her use ha spit

And these older niggas mad, pullin' up, makin' em' sick

Really mad, I'm gettin' cash, and I'm young and I be lit

On the road, gettin' shows, makin' plays like a skit

I'm deuce the rapper', but the plug call me money-makin' Mitch

(Who get fresher?)

I need another bitch, on top of my other bitch

Stay away from lollipops, niggas be on that sucka shit

My brother just got a XD, he added a switch

Me and all my brothers stick together like Lilo and Stitch