Shit Talker

I can't send a hoe no money, bitch, I cannot save you

Me and bro slide on the opps, we leave that boy disabled

He run his mouth, his block got hot, he knew his shit wasn't lead proof

That guy a joke, these bullets poke him, now his ass got red wounds

They call him battle scars, that boy ain't never been to war

He a dummy bout to crash out, right on that boulevard

Used to dream about that Double R, a ceiling full of stars

Now he up there flyin' with them, having talks up there with God

First it's rest in piss the opposition

Niggas took my homie, so some niggas got his mama missin

I been gettin' paper, not no slow money, this them franklins