Talk My S**t (feat. 100k Ree)

Burberry drip
Got me looking too vicious
Constant deposits
They getting suspicious
Studied the game
Like a man on a mission
Doctored in Drip
So come get your prescription
Dropped out of school
Just to run up them digits
Count up so much
That it's hurting my fingers
Still with the shits though
So don't get to tripping
We love that addition
But will do division
That's why
Ain't no more classes
Just count up a check
Dodging the pound
I ain't tryn see the vet
Get out this case
Then a nigga up next
Cause the flow to impressive
My foot on they neck
I been through hell
You ain't even been through heck
Locked in them cuffs
100 miles from the set
Still made that bail
Then went got that shit back
Kick up my feet
Then go count up this stack
Getting money forreal
Don't need a deal
Stay independent
Bitch you know the drill
Lil bro told me
Bro you gotta chill
Stop toting them straps
And go get you a meal
Stop selling them grams
Seen you packing them seals
Know that shit hot
But that just how we live
Catch me a drop
Then you know what is
Keep that shit quiet
Don't know what we did
Keep a little money in the safe
Please don't tuck your chain
Cause we knowing that it's fake
If it ain't about a dollar
Tell that nigga he can skate
Cause my niggas love the hustle
Getting to it everyday
Like
Count it up
Count it up
Count it
Swimming in the money
Now a motherfucker drowning
Blowing on smoke
Leave this motherfucker cloudy
Take a lil sip
Now a motherfucker drowsy
Gotta keep a pole in the whip
Choppa in the back
And a 9 on the hip
Run up nigga,
End up catching 9 out the clip
Run up nigga,
You gon end up dying by the clip
I'll check you like Nike
Don't try me
You run up
We leave you no I-D
Why they don't like me
Don't give a fuck cause I'm Icy
He just mad cause
I'm fucking his wifey
Bitch

Tell em' Im'a talk my shit
Get a lil' check
So I can ice my wrist
Grind every night
Til the day I get rich
Just so I can cash out
And I can pop my shit
Tell em' Im'a talk my shit
Get a lil' check
So I can ice my wrist
Grind every night
Til the day I get rich
Just so I can cash out
And I can pop my shit

On 285 speeding in my zone, with a yellow bone
And she know the money coming in
Cause I'm never home
She say she got a thing for blue faces
She damn near a racist
Know a hustle like mine so contagious
Then I'm on to the next
Flippin bitches like pages
My trap stay beemin'
Got it waking up the neighbors
Lil bitch I'm a boss
I need all my suits tailored
Stackin up this paper
Tryna ball I'm L-A, like a Laker
Tryna wake up with a tan on my wrist
Some niggas like to talk bout it
But in real life they ain't bout shit
Tryna drop a bag on a fit
I'ma show you how to drip
Need to put my own store up in Phipps

Tell em' Im'a talk my shit
Get a lil' check
So I can ice my wrist
Grind every night
Til the day I get rich
Just so I can cash out
And I can pop my shit
Tell em' Im'a talk my shit
Get a lil' check
So I can ice my wrist
Grind every night
Til the day I get rich
Just so I can cash out
And I can pop my shit



Credits
Writer(s): Kobia Redd
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