Talkin' My S**t
Go in on the beat while im talking my shit
In love with designer balenci my kicks
Oh thats my gun baby that's not my dick
Drive with no license i'm takin the risk
Shawdy told me hit a lick
Bro only 14 he totin a glick
Lean in my cup i ain't drinkin no brisk
My brovahs' they hittin it's very rare that they missin
Free all my niggas locked up in the prison
Bitch why ya'll talkin just shut up and listen
I play with drums, i'm a musician
We got the gas, it come in a shipment
Runnin it up i gotta do some addition
No we ain't cappin this just how we livin
I live by the code
You get shot for pretending
These bitches be choosing they makin decisions
I get a play, we gone, we get it
He got a sack, my niggas gon blitz it
Up in the trap eatin noodles and biscuits
Bro plugged in, from va to memphis
Niggas been buzzin, i'm tryn reach my limit
I'm a real nigga, don't care bout an image
My shit authentic, it be hard to mimic
Beat up the beat i won't stop till im finished
Uh, if you still sleepin you dumb
Shoot at the opps, we do it for fun
Cops hit the block, you better run
I'll take the charge, i'm not tossing my gun
Hey, bitch we here for the play
If a nigga come purpin, get shot in the face
Let the feds behind me i'm doin the race
Free Tae Glocka, he fightin a case
Uh, it's too many sticks in the whip
Brodie be wit it he shoot off the rip
Nuk stay in the kitchen he know how to whip
I'm a big dog
Treat these niggas like whimps
Pepto Bismol, i got the shit
Red tip, Blue tip, all in my clip
If i'm shootin, bitch imma hit
In love with designer balenci my kicks
Oh thats my gun baby that's not my dick
Drive with no license i'm takin the risk
Shawdy told me hit a lick
Bro only 14 he totin a glick
Lean in my cup i ain't drinkin no brisk
My brovahs' they hittin it's very rare that they missin
Free all my niggas locked up in the prison
Bitch why ya'll talkin just shut up and listen
I play with drums, i'm a musician
We got the gas, it come in a shipment
Runnin it up i gotta do some addition
No we ain't cappin this just how we livin
I live by the code
You get shot for pretending
These bitches be choosing they makin decisions
I get a play, we gone, we get it
He got a sack, my niggas gon blitz it
Up in the trap eatin noodles and biscuits
Bro plugged in, from va to memphis
Niggas been buzzin, i'm tryn reach my limit
I'm a real nigga, don't care bout an image
My shit authentic, it be hard to mimic
Beat up the beat i won't stop till im finished
Uh, if you still sleepin you dumb
Shoot at the opps, we do it for fun
Cops hit the block, you better run
I'll take the charge, i'm not tossing my gun
Hey, bitch we here for the play
If a nigga come purpin, get shot in the face
Let the feds behind me i'm doin the race
Free Tae Glocka, he fightin a case
Uh, it's too many sticks in the whip
Brodie be wit it he shoot off the rip
Nuk stay in the kitchen he know how to whip
I'm a big dog
Treat these niggas like whimps
Pepto Bismol, i got the shit
Red tip, Blue tip, all in my clip
If i'm shootin, bitch imma hit
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Writer(s): Trevor Randolph
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