Spider Talk (feat. Bash617)
No
You is not one of us
You is not one of us
You cannot run wit us
We is all murderers
Talk about run me some
You don't want beef with us
I'm from the nawfside
You just a visitor
Yeah I'm the goat
I got the flame not the smoke
If you talking static
That's cute I'm the fucking bolt
If you talkin real reckless
I ain't gotta go get the pole
Don't like me I love it
I was still fuckin on ya hoe
Ion like how you lookin
I might just have to butch it
BMW
It'll look good wit some bullets
My chef be whippin
I order up and he cookin
Quarantine clean
I saw the game and I took it
Dropped a lil eighty one on my lil addi
Ball like I'm Kobe she callin me daddy
Sound like I'm Ferg when I'm fucking a baddie
Cu Cu
Ima big dog when it come to the cattie
She said that she love when I'm smacking her fatty
But she got no ass I'm smacking a patty
Talkin that talk (talkin that talk)
Talkin that talk (talkin that talk)
Talkin that talk (talkin that shit)
Talkin that talk (watch yo lip)
Talk yo talk then (get the gwap)
Talk yo talk (talkie talk)
Talk yo talk then (fuck you talkin bout)
Talk yo talk (ha ha)
Shorty bad
So everything lit
She so nasty
Drink my spit
Say she hungry
Eat this dick
That's my bitch
No talk back she do what I wish
Waiting for me to cum just like wish
Gotta iced apple on my wrist
And that's no cap
On my kid
Ou Ou
Beat that hoe then I dip
Order some food for the kids
It is what it is
Bash don't play that shit
Bash don't play that shit
Ou Ou
Do what you do
Bash don't play by the rules
Dunkin on dudes
All my brothers my fools
I'm too cool
Leave ya bitch on snooze
Rappin and trappin
No time for actin
Bring all the smoke
We want the action
Don't act right
Then we get to clappin
Boy I'm upping the pole
Leave ya team on froze
Froze Oh
I be fuckin his hoe
Cause I'm the one she chose
Oh Oh
Me and my chick be wildin
Somewhere off on an island
Yea Yea
Everything Italian
Even gave her the stallion
I be walking the walk
Leave his face on the carton
Problems start like my engine
Shoot up the club no kidding
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Talkin that talk (talkin that talk)
Talkin that talk (talkin that talk)
Talkin that talk (talkin that shit)
Talkin that talk (watch yo lip)
Talk yo talk then (get the gwap)
Talk yo talk (talkie talk)
Talk yo talk then (fuck you talkin bout)
Talk yo talk (ha ha)
You is not one of us
You is not one of us
You cannot run wit us
We is all murderers
Talk about run me some
You don't want beef with us
I'm from the nawfside
You just a visitor
Yeah I'm the goat
I got the flame not the smoke
If you talking static
That's cute I'm the fucking bolt
If you talkin real reckless
I ain't gotta go get the pole
Don't like me I love it
I was still fuckin on ya hoe
Ion like how you lookin
I might just have to butch it
BMW
It'll look good wit some bullets
My chef be whippin
I order up and he cookin
Quarantine clean
I saw the game and I took it
Dropped a lil eighty one on my lil addi
Ball like I'm Kobe she callin me daddy
Sound like I'm Ferg when I'm fucking a baddie
Cu Cu
Ima big dog when it come to the cattie
She said that she love when I'm smacking her fatty
But she got no ass I'm smacking a patty
Talkin that talk (talkin that talk)
Talkin that talk (talkin that talk)
Talkin that talk (talkin that shit)
Talkin that talk (watch yo lip)
Talk yo talk then (get the gwap)
Talk yo talk (talkie talk)
Talk yo talk then (fuck you talkin bout)
Talk yo talk (ha ha)
Shorty bad
So everything lit
She so nasty
Drink my spit
Say she hungry
Eat this dick
That's my bitch
No talk back she do what I wish
Waiting for me to cum just like wish
Gotta iced apple on my wrist
And that's no cap
On my kid
Ou Ou
Beat that hoe then I dip
Order some food for the kids
It is what it is
Bash don't play that shit
Bash don't play that shit
Ou Ou
Do what you do
Bash don't play by the rules
Dunkin on dudes
All my brothers my fools
I'm too cool
Leave ya bitch on snooze
Rappin and trappin
No time for actin
Bring all the smoke
We want the action
Don't act right
Then we get to clappin
Boy I'm upping the pole
Leave ya team on froze
Froze Oh
I be fuckin his hoe
Cause I'm the one she chose
Oh Oh
Me and my chick be wildin
Somewhere off on an island
Yea Yea
Everything Italian
Even gave her the stallion
I be walking the walk
Leave his face on the carton
Problems start like my engine
Shoot up the club no kidding
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Talkin that talk (talkin that talk)
Talkin that talk (talkin that talk)
Talkin that talk (talkin that shit)
Talkin that talk (watch yo lip)
Talk yo talk then (get the gwap)
Talk yo talk (talkie talk)
Talk yo talk then (fuck you talkin bout)
Talk yo talk (ha ha)
Credits
Writer(s): Tyran Murrel
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