No More Talking!

I guess it's that time of the year again right?
(Pretty much)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Yeah
Na-na na-na, na-na-na
Yeah!

Dropped my old chick, It's back to the basics
Back in that water let's get to this paper
(Okay!)
Y'all be talking too much making statements
Me, I be building in silence like masons
(Shhhh)
All my guys move on point like some lasers
Don't say you sorry, it's too late to save it
(Quiet!)
Once we hop on ya head don't start changing
I need to see all that talk you was claiming, ha

I'm back on my bully
That girl tried to play me but she played herself
She too basic
(Too basic!)
I need a coupe with some doors that go up like a spaceship
Call up the team like lets race em!
(VROOM)
Heard you caught a couple of dollars and changed on yo hood well
I guess that it makes sense
Once a fake you gon always be fake
I ain't never seen none of you fakes really change it

(Not at all!)
(Ay Ibbo what happened?)

I lost my cool again
Move with some hooligans
It be like two of them
I need a bag just to do some influencing
These rappers wack, it was lit til y'all ruined it
"Mr. Mattic come and take em to school again"
Y'all scoring terrible
It be unbearable
You talk back guarantee I'll embarrass you
You say it up then it's stuck like a parachute

I cannot do any talking
We pull up not a sound when we walk in
Y'all ain't sharks you remind me of dolphins
Just give me a beat guarantee imma chalk it

It's that time that of the year where I'm off it
Just stay out my way and don't become a target

Don't start playing with me
It get dangerous g
Thought I told you that I'm from the garden

Heard that young boy Newark where It go down
He play nice but his light might just go out
Y'all keep talking bout things y'all don't know bout
I said I would chill but I really don't know now
(I don't know)
Been losing my cool
All the bros with it too
So it's harder to stay in control now
(Let's go!)
I'm usually the one that be telling em chill
But I might tell my auto bots roll out!
(Roll out!)

Now they all onna kid cause he lit now (Yeah!)
All the ones that flexed on me they sick now (They what?)
Member' we just was down by like two
But the score up on youngins now we up six now!

(And now we up six!)

I can't wait for that bag where I could hit my homies and say y'all ain't gotta hit licks now
Can't til they hop off the block to the burbs where it ain't no gunshots or bricks now

Exes calling like I see you lit now
Won't be my misses lil baby you missed out
But wassup with your friend? Nah for real no offense on the real
I'm just taking my pick now

(Woo!)

I came back to the city and I made it litty
Get love from the 8 to the 6 now
Thinking back on tenhunnit when we was just youngins
I swear those the days that I miss now
Woah

(Ha-ha-ha)

Awww man
Yeah man
Nah I-I, I would- I really would continue but like
Ha
Y'all ain't even worth it for real
Like I would snap but it's like
I-I, imma relax for real, you know?

But just know it's that time of the year again it's getting colder

It's almost September I think...

Yeah... IBBOSZN



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Writer(s): Shahid Hamilton
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