1-800-Talk-YO-Shit Pt. 3 (feat. KingJay)

My bro don't even smoke but if he sellin then I'm buyin it
All my niggas strapped so ain't no use of even tryin it
And he said he wanted issues till dat choppa got to flying in
And them bullets got to flying in
Kicking like Karate K

M-M-My bro don't even smoke but if he sellin then I'm buyin it
All my niggas strapped so ain't no use of even tryin it
And he said he wanted issues till dat choppa got to flying in
And them bullets got to flying in
Kicking like Karate Kid

My brother said he tryna eat I told em go and get that body then
That boy don't really got no hoes
Scared of cheeks just like he dirty dan
He like to hide behind his bro's
Pop all them niggas like some fucking xans
I know yo bitch and she a fucking fan
Never told me that she had a man
Pour up a 4 just so I can fuck my liver up
Told me eat her out I ain't finna fuck my dinner up
B-Better come and get yo girlfriend I'm knowing that she into us
Seen yo nigga name on papers, he a rat like master splinter was
Niggas always starting beef
Like the metta world peace
But I got this fuckin heat
This .45 gone make him bleed
If he a opp and he a hooper he won't ever make the league
If he a snitch driving a charger might as-well call him police
Don't let yo girlfriend come with me cuz she won't ever wanna leave
I got the tek put on a striped shirt now I'm the referee
My brother Shyguy from the south he like to eat the Cajun food
His choppa hate niggas, his k be actin like a racist do (Shyguy)

The way I'm beatin up the pot the neighbors thought I'm making food
KingJay gone up the blade it's safe to say you shouldn't play with dude
B-Beef with and speak on gang the quickest ways to make the news
You like to argue over text I might just throw that K at you
Like why I the fuck would you try it
That's why you niggas be dying
I be outside posted with the gang
All you niggas be hiding
He said he got bodies he rich like he Roody
Why you niggas be lying
KingJay got yo shorty she up in the back mane I hope you don't mind it
I'm trynna slide to yo section in a big body whip
C-Choppa weighing down my pants cause it's a big body bitch
Speak on us about yo girl and lose yo lid 'bout that bitch
That Louis holding up my pants I got that glick it's on my hip
I'm from New Orleans yeah my city really known to get it Brackin
Think my chop a porn star even on film it get to clappin
Lay you down and I act clueless I don't even know what happen
It don't matter what you packin even with it you be lackin
Maybe It's Maybelline the way she put my kids upon her face
I got my shooters in the bushes at the crib that's where you stay
Lil bitch in walking in yo crib I'm steppin in I brought the K
My brothers boming right behind me what it is I'm with the gang
He throw a party so I'm in it we gone shoot up at that bitch
She fucked the opps to get revenge so we gone shoot up at that bitch
I fucked her once and kicked her out I threw my shoe up at that bitch
I call KingJay he finna slide and shake you loose up out that bitch on gang

M-M-My bro don't even smoke but if he sellin then I'm buyin it
All my niggas strapped so ain't no use of even tryin it
And he said he wanted issues till dat choppa got to flying in
And them bullets got to flying in
Kicking like Karate Kid