YOU'RE ALL TALK Lyrics

If niggas really knew what gave me the drive to scream every day

They would look at me a lot differently

Pussy boy, think you fucking tough, but you just all talk

Chopper pop, shoot your head clean off, burst like molotov

Catch my punch, bitch you can't do none, you can't fucking run

Out for blood, murder rate go up, I'm just having fun

I need my payment, and I need it like right now

You want a feature then send to my PayPal

I got that chopper, his body gon' lay down

I got no option, I hope this a way out

I drop a tab then I smoke, it'll weigh out

I'm pulling up what's that nigga gon' say now

He think I'm playing well I'm at the same house

Someone's awake so I'll find us a way around

Ever since a kid, I was filled with hatred

That's why when I'm up in this booth, I'm so fucking faded

I need to wake up, In the morning and go make some paper

Otherwise I know, that I will never motherfucking make it

You pussy niggas don't get it

I'm so pissed off I might just cause a homicide

I'm with my Glock and I make sure it's modified

I don't save bullets there's no need to utilize

Nigga get off of me and fuck off

Said you wanna fight, we know you'll get rocked

Pussy you a bitch, we know you all soft

I just need a pot to piss in, my god

Damn, these niggas snakes in the grass

They just be filled with their arrogance, I could not care more less

We got his addy, we pull up I'm airing it

I got this Stizzy it shoot like Americans

You is a bitch nigga, you just a variant

He sent his song and he know I'm gon' carry it

I'm fuck my girl and that shit my Samaritan

Never go down out of my fucking Maryland

Pussy boy, think you fucking tough, but you just all talk

Chopper pop, shoot your head clean off, burst like molotov

Catch my punch, bitch you can't do none, you can't fucking run

Out for blood, murder rate go up, I'm just having fun

I'm so sick and tired of niggas claiming they're my fucking friend

Either you ride with me or are you not with me, suck my dick, nigga