Zhit talk Lyrics

I say right after I fuck you bae I'm trynna hit your best friend

I done worked my wrist so much I still can't use my left hand

Got married to the money and the hustle was my best man

Niggas think they run the streets and still ain't never checked in

Few bands spent on some pints , yo dope ain't right I jus got to smell it

Double up my price, don't give a fuck how low they sell it

Keep niggas out my business on the pillow they be telling

My lungs gone need a break from all this smoke that I'm inhaling

I'm trynna hit a lick bro ain't on shit he got me pissed off

Stop bitching , all that nagging girl you finally make my dick soft

Fucked off your rent just on my bitch

I admit I like to trick off, stay scheming trynna flood the streets

My pockets built like Rick Ross

Boy how yo ass a gangster when they seen you made

Your heart drop ?

The lick just want a gram an expect my ass to waste a zip lock

These niggas really funny I get on the beat and shit talk

I ran it up myself so I can't call no nigga big dog

I say right after I fuck you bae I'm trynna hit your best friend

I done worked my wrist so much I still can't use my left hand

Got married to the money and the hustle was my best man

These niggas think they run the streets and still ain't never checked in

Few bands spent on some pints

Yo dope ain't right just got to smell it

Doubled up my price, don't give a fuck how low they sell it

Keep niggas out my business on the pillow they be telling

My lungs gone need a break from all this smoke that I'm inhaling