TMS Freestyle

Hoe keep quiet let me talk my shit
Boy, get back this a brand new fit
Brand new watch, brand new bag
Dropped all my niggas for some brand new dick
Oui oui, excuse my French, my granny said I should try keeping it clean
She don't like me cursing and saying them things
I told her, "but granny, that won't get the green"
I'm tyna get paid
Always on my point and my edges is laid
I got it made
Im cute as fuck, Ima knuck if you buck
So I don't give a fuck what a bitch gotta say
Cus these bitches ain't bout it
Hoe think she better than me, but I doubt it
Lick it and slick it, I gave him the business
And now he be telling his homies that he just can not live without it
All of his friends tryna fuck with me
I got these niggas in love with me
I keep my taser, I keep my mase in just case a broke boy try to touch on me
ew
I'm too expensive don't you insult me
You know you ain't of my caliber
You know this shit is spectacular
Wet floor, call up a janitor
I'm a big boss like Rick Ross
If we ain't talkin bout money, better get lost
All eyes on me like a sitcom
Big booty make it jump like Kriss Kross
Big booty make it jump like hopscotch
Lil bitch I'm poppin' like pop rocks
Niggas ask me for my number
I send em straight to my cash app
He said "Can I get to know you?"
I said "well first where my cash at?"
He said "well first where that ass at?"
Then I put him out where the trash at
You broke, you lame, you ain't got no game
Tried to shoot yo shot, nigga you ain't got no aim
All I, all I spit is flame, like I'm a fuckin dragon
Slim waist, fat ass, I'ma have to tap in
Let me call up Saweetie
He say I'm so pretty, and I look just like a sweetie
I said "looks can be deceiving"
Haa

Let me talk my shit
Oh
Let me talk my shit
Can I talk my shit?
Yeah
Let me talk my shit bitch
Let me talk my shit hoe
Let me talk my shit bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch

ALLIN



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Writer(s): Jonathan Heard
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