Talkin
Ayh, ayh, ayh
Grrah
Came in this bitch with my young nigga stuntin'
You play with the gang and the Glock gon' get busted
I went off to London, he came back with somethin'
I'm making that call and my young niggas comin'
Facts, I was just stuffing them birds in their lack
Tell my young brothers hit the blunt and relax
I might get the trip with young peace in the back
I'm counting these fifties, put up in a stack, ayh
'Member when I had shit, now a lil' nigga got rich
'Member seeing bro trapping, now we living lavish
Tried to run, he got shot in the back
Still mad, I had to ghost 'em with Mack
Caught 'em slipping, got em down in their packs
I'ma just stack it and go get the cash, ayh
Big 44
Running 'round town with like four hoes
Niggas hate 'cause my wrist froze
"Your brother fake," he not me though
Boy approach me, then I open that bag
'Cause if we need it, then we takin' yo' bread
Gotta watch when we talking to Feds
The police don't play 'cause they know what I'm with
Bitch!
Used to be run' 'round with sticks, ayh
I might just be fucking your bitch
Bitch, I'm the kind of my click
They always take me on they hits
These new niggas gon' act like they on som'thing
They ain't on nothing, they know I, I keep my gun
I beef in the trap, with no plaque, G's in the back
On time to sit now, with no L's, but keys to the pad
I'm really with that, a nigga playin', I'm getting no wet
When they get sent, these niggas tough, until they get smacked
Come to the door, sell a phone, they sent his ass home
I go to the hound, I'm untouched, these niggas be hoes
I'm wondering though, why they got artillery for
Bitch leave me alone
It ain't no fame from me in them songs
Bitch know how to make money fast
'Cause we done seen the top
Niggas think they on my ass,
Man tell them niggas stop it
Call my bitch a Fendi bag, because she really popping
Now I turn up, throw some money every time a nigga bring the CD out
Fifty rounds, with Lil lizzie, yawh
Selling guns at my mama's house
If they slide then let 'em slide
I ain't tryna see what they talkin' 'bout
Fifty rounds, with Lil lizzie, yawh
Selling guns at my mama's house
If they slide then let 'em slide
I ain't tryna see what they talkin' 'bout
Grrah
Came in this bitch with my young nigga stuntin'
You play with the gang and the Glock gon' get busted
I went off to London, he came back with somethin'
I'm making that call and my young niggas comin'
Facts, I was just stuffing them birds in their lack
Tell my young brothers hit the blunt and relax
I might get the trip with young peace in the back
I'm counting these fifties, put up in a stack, ayh
'Member when I had shit, now a lil' nigga got rich
'Member seeing bro trapping, now we living lavish
Tried to run, he got shot in the back
Still mad, I had to ghost 'em with Mack
Caught 'em slipping, got em down in their packs
I'ma just stack it and go get the cash, ayh
Big 44
Running 'round town with like four hoes
Niggas hate 'cause my wrist froze
"Your brother fake," he not me though
Boy approach me, then I open that bag
'Cause if we need it, then we takin' yo' bread
Gotta watch when we talking to Feds
The police don't play 'cause they know what I'm with
Bitch!
Used to be run' 'round with sticks, ayh
I might just be fucking your bitch
Bitch, I'm the kind of my click
They always take me on they hits
These new niggas gon' act like they on som'thing
They ain't on nothing, they know I, I keep my gun
I beef in the trap, with no plaque, G's in the back
On time to sit now, with no L's, but keys to the pad
I'm really with that, a nigga playin', I'm getting no wet
When they get sent, these niggas tough, until they get smacked
Come to the door, sell a phone, they sent his ass home
I go to the hound, I'm untouched, these niggas be hoes
I'm wondering though, why they got artillery for
Bitch leave me alone
It ain't no fame from me in them songs
Bitch know how to make money fast
'Cause we done seen the top
Niggas think they on my ass,
Man tell them niggas stop it
Call my bitch a Fendi bag, because she really popping
Now I turn up, throw some money every time a nigga bring the CD out
Fifty rounds, with Lil lizzie, yawh
Selling guns at my mama's house
If they slide then let 'em slide
I ain't tryna see what they talkin' 'bout
Fifty rounds, with Lil lizzie, yawh
Selling guns at my mama's house
If they slide then let 'em slide
I ain't tryna see what they talkin' 'bout
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Simmons, Raeshaun Delray Samoa, Aaron Alexander Christian
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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