SHYT TALKIN ft. GRUSM & ATHEBANK

Fuck it up, bitch, throw it back, twerk it I got hella hoes, so my bitch lurkin

I'm holdin' 50 on me nigga call me Curtis Let a nigga try to rob, I close the curtains

12 watchin' me, boy, I know they workin' No, I don't talk to cops, I let them work it

Foo, I'ma crash the whip, it got insurance And my homies crackin' cards, you on your first trip

Boy, you should've stayed school, I was the worst kid I just left Neiman's, I had the worst fit

Now I'm walkin' through the mall, I made a purchase On my side, we crackin' cards, you stealin' purses

In the East, you get left in a fuckin' alley And this bitch hoecializen', wanna dilly-dally

I told my bitch, hit the road and get it outer ass cheek, I told this bitch, strip her purse or get it from yo granny

I'm in the East, ain't shit sweet, it ain't fine and dandy And my bitch trippin' on me, cause she know I'm scammin

Niggas said he finna kill me, cause he know I scammed him New thing, wood grain, I'm shootin' for my family