LET ME TALK Lyrics

Shit to 'em

Talkin' shit to 'em (Lotus!)

Yeah I said I'm talkin' shit to 'em

Imma do this one cuz it's a hit to 'em

Imma do this one for myself

Trapped up playing these cards that I'm dealt (Yuh hey!)

Ion really care 'bout your wealth

Lemme talk shit to 'em

They dont want this to 'em

Let me talk

Big thanks to Joe Rinaldi

Six strings he got it on me

Feel like Led Zeppelin when I go performing

I been waiting for it

I been laying dormant

Future bright like orange

I know how to own it

I'm about to grow it

I just raised the bar

For my rap opponents

I just pick the cob

You just keep it corny

Think you being funny? I don't get that (What?)

Thought you was a mummy with your dead raps (Hey!)

All they want is something from me need to relax (Yuh!)

I don't even want your money can you feel that

I go into my room tryna find flows eyes closed I'm alone too

This my process

I don't wanna see you take losses

But you just took one cuz you shit talking

They don't wanna see, how I'm doing with a new life

I know I am me, some be moving with their two sides

Same people hating everyday it's looking fiend-like

If it ain't for them I'd have no lyrics for this beat, aight

Let me get this heat right

Are you who you seem like?

Don't you really fuck with people just to get a reply?

I'll forever grow and they forever mean like

All my DMs closed so just go like it's a green light

Go back to your street fight

Don't hand in your cheap spite

Uh, what?

You know I'm a beast right!

Now they asking me like

Oh you made this beat right?

Yeah, yeah it's just to speak like

Imma do this one for myself

Trapped up playing these cards that I'm dealt (Yuh hey!)

Ion really care bout your wealth

Let me talk shit to 'em

They don't want this to 'em

Let me talk (Uh)

Let me talk shit to 'em

Never knock (Uh)

Let me walk in to 'em

Let me drop hits to 'em

Let me clock in to 'em

Let me talk

Let me talk shit to 'em

Hollup, music about to be number one

Future got sunny sun

Haters deleting my page thats a funny one

How much you paid for that? I got another one

Biiitttccchhh I make the money come in

I make 'em want me to win

Nobody mess with my friends

Lately been feeling the best

Sending my shots like a text

Making it clear with my chest

Making these beats I'm obsessed

Couldn't get this one out my head

Had enough of this

Got my tongue twisted not a loving kiss

Peter Piper done picked an oven mitt

Sally sellin' shells got another clip

I'm too hot, can't be touching it

Don't cuff me, on my other shit

She fucked me, for my ruggedness

Say up I'm up next, cuz it's subsequent

Turn the Billboard to my covenant, yeah

Big thanks to Joe Rinaldi

Six strings he got it on me

Feel like Led Zeppelin when I go performing

I been waiting for it

I been laying dormant

Future bright like orange

I know how to own it

I'm about to grow it

I just raised the bar

For my rap opponents

I just pick the cob

You just keep it corny

Uh, uh, they all go sheesh in it (Sheesh)

Flow so sick (So sick) caught covid-nineteen with it

Talk my shit (My shit) got my self esteem winning

Block my bitch (My what?) think that I'm too mean livid (Damn)

Speeding in my honda hitting triple digits (Triple digits)

I be really fond of all the kids who listen (Kids who listen)

I can get it lit so I ain't dim

With it (Dimwitted)

Ain't believe me so we had a lil' scrimmage

Let me talk

Imma do this one for myself

Trapped up playing these cards that I'm dealt

Never knock

Ion really care bout your wealth

They don't want this to 'em

They don't want no they don't

Let me talk (Uh)

Let me talk shit to 'em

Never knock (Uh)

Let me walk in to 'em

Let me drop hits to 'em

Let me clock in to 'em

Let me talk

Let me talk shit to 'em