Talking Loose (feat. Tse e2, C9untup & Tse Vic)

(Ay Chop, cut that bitch up)

Fuck a favorite rapper niggas suck it niggas really ass
Her breath stink, she got on dirty 4's, so she can't hit the gas
My nigga Sleep say he been robbin' shit cause he can wear a mask
Niggas think the really have it cause they dropped that jack
We in that different bag in two months we gon' have the Scat
Niggas up in petty rows, they don't got racks
He tried to pass his wood, it was some reg
I threw it in the trash
Walked inside the crib with a whole bowl had my auntie mad
He couldn't afford an Uber so he got a cab
The quarantine had fucked up my swirls
I had to hit that trap
My sister had a boyfriend named Rick, I shot him in the back
And at TummyTee I'm workin', bitch you still fat
Dirty bitches wash it with they hands when they ain't got no rag

Okay, got a nigga mad
Caught a nigga stealing out my sack cause he ain't had no bag
Caught a nigga runnin' out the back and hit him with a mag
Kicked a nigga out the corner store cause I ain't have no mask
Told bro to keep on rollin' woods, I ain't got no blacks
How you say you talkin' dogshit but ain't got no racks
Broke niggas always talk the most cause it ain't no facts
Told Count to keep the wocky bottle, I'll take the act

Bitch I'm coolin' with the guys and we rollin' woods
Niggas can't knock off the nine cause you not from the hood
Brodie know how to whip the pot, he ain't gotta look
I see you flexin' with that pole
That's why you got it took
No time to chase a ho'
I'm putting money on my brother book
And we don't need a gun to RDP we got your niggas shook
Brodie serving and repeatin'
The next week, my nigga reein' up
Gave my lil' dawg a fifty bon and told him "Eat it up."

You the type to hear my song and say "We need a hook."
I'm smokin' purple runts
I'm in the booth
I got the heater tucked
And when it's time to go to war
There ain't no freezing' up
Bro put the chop in the microwave
We got it heated up
And we already hit the scam
So ain't no schemin' us
I'm in this bitch with Vic
I just told Sleepy "Roll a finger up."
Swers keep tappin my phone
My shit been ringin' up

Vic said he ain't take his percs and now his leg itchin'
Told that nigga get up out the trap
And take his mans with him
Cut the stove on and get the pot
And drop a bed in it
Be careful with that baggers Glock
It got a head in it
Told Vic "Quit talkin' bout the SHH, cause the feds listening."
And no drank that pop in there cause it got red in it
Alqruley quick to blow a nigga, he got squares with him
Count 13 talkin' dog that nigga head different
That's not percs in that plastic bag, that's all the raw nigga
8 count see me that to real you talkin' dog nigga
Seen a junkie sittin' in the back shootin' up raw nigga
Feds catch Vic he goin' down for fraud nigga
White boy he like to hit the trap
We call him raw hitter
Bitch
I mean a raw sniffer
Nigga drop a pint and shot an ounce and called us all "Niggers."