Talkin' My Shit

Back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a nigga
Then you can go meet with the nigga
Nowadays these niggas don't go to school
But they be at the crib tryna tweet with a nigga

Back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a nigga
Then you can go meet with the nigga
Nowadays these niggas don't go to school
But they be at the crib tryna tweet with a nigga
2015, bitch I couldn't get a fee from a nigga
Now boys wanna eat with a nigga
Got on Say Cheese and blew up
They was sleep on a nigga now they wanna speak on a nigga

Gold on my chain like my jeweler just peed on a nigga
Real ice, come and ski on a nigga
She know I'm a dog, but you can't put a leash on a nigga
We smoking a P in the sprinter
Go creep with my nigga, she eat the penis for dinner
I still spit some heat in December
OG in a swisher, pour up some lean with a killer
Then go hit the scene with my nigga

Go hit a jugg I be stacking and moving
My niggas ballin' like passing and shooting
Like a vacation we packing and moving
She taking a pic while I'm smacking her booty
I eat the beat I be smacking and chewing
She eat the meat, she be gagging and drooling
Opps see a nigga, they laughing and cooling
When we see them niggas, we clappin and shooting

Bitch, I'm never lacking, my tool it be on
I still got the Glock with some Louis V on
Hit from the back, man that coochie be gone
I'm in the coup dripping juice and Vlone
Don't-don't got a bag, I won't get on a song
Don't-don't got a bag bitch you need you a loan
Not needing TD I just got in my zone
Your bitch shaking ass on the app in my phone

That lil' bitch stalking my pics
I might water faucet my wrist
And ow I got her stalking my dick
Now they got me talking my shit
Aye gang, hold on, aye
Now they got me talking my shit
They got me talking my shit
They got me talking my shit

No love for a thot, I'm in love with them dollars
Spot me an opp make them fold like a collar
She wanna kick it like we playing soccer
I'm still in the four with a Glock for a robber
I heard you fuck niggas be talking 'bout thuggin'
Signing they life, pussy boy you a puppet
You see them boys on the net and they clutching
Fuck niggas be naked, you see 'em in public

Come to my show, tryna trip and it's over
Dogging your bitch with the stick in the sofa
I bought his bitch, she be feeling this yoda
Gold on my chain I be feeling like homer
I do my thing toss a bitch like a floater
Run up a check with my main in the rover
Drip like the rain with my gang 'till its over
I used to hit stains, I'm the same but I'm older

Used to hit stains, but I'm older, aye
I used to hit stains, but I'm older, aye
Bitch, I used to hit stains, but I'm older, aye



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Writer(s): Quinn Robinson
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