TALK! Lyrics

Aye, gang bitch

My choppa hit you, go do-do-do

If you aint my gang Ion fuck witchu

We cook him up, eat em' like fu-fu-fu

Drop bullets gon hit its a 2for2

They aint finna miss they gon chew right through

We aint gonna care for an overview

My homies we dogs, we gon bark atchu

I aint gon talk wit no opps

Catch that boy lacking we wetting his spot

Huh

Bitch you be talking a lot

Pussy want smoke but he stay at his block

Huh

I got a big ass eleven

We gonna fight like this shit is just Tekken, uh

Bitch, who do you think she texting

My name is Hachiman, call me The Revenant

Bitch I got hella mags, you aint finna run till I show you that, lil bro

Damn you got hella jags, remember who taught you the shit long ago

Shoutout to A$K, shoutout to OMINVS

I do not know you, you stay anonymous

Act like a clown, stray from the populus

Watch me just rise, preach all my godliness

Damn, he finna talk lots

But I don't think that he gon pop shots, okay

Damn, she finna drop top

But I don't want pussy from slop trops, okay

You got a small cock

I think that she call that shit hot shot, oh damn

You finna fall off

That aint a cap that's just a caught thought, mmhmm

Go to the crib, I load my shotty

Aim at yo bitch, straight at yo body

She asking who? That was nobody

That hoe a dog yeah she is a thotty

If you talk knife to yo neck bitch

Be quiet or else you gon get it

Hachi the best can you admit it

Now go kill yourself and go quit bitch

If you wan kill me, come on and kill me

None of this talking shit, just do it really

I want the blood, that is idealy

You see a kid, then you get feely

Pedo ass bitches go kill yourself

Send threats to the kids who don't know themselves

You mfs devils, not really elves

Talk that shit and you mfs will get shelved

Just try and stop me

You mfs cannot pop me

You want a sip of bacardi

I want the guala like my name is Cardi

That hoe is dolled up like she was a Barbie

That snake is toxic like muhfucking darby's

Bishops be acting up this aint no party

My choppa gon leave a stain just like a Sharpie

Aye, gang bitch

My choppa hit you, go do-do-do

If you aint my gang Ion fuck witchu

We cook him up, eat em' like fu-fu-fu

Drop bullets gon hit its a 2for2

They aint finna miss they gon chew right through

We aint gonna care for an overview

My homies we dogs, we gon bark atchu