Zhit talk

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