Sh*t Talkin'
Aye
Shout out my nigga Mondo in this bitch
Balenciaga steppin' I'on walk much
If it ain't about no paper I'on talk much
We den slid on all the opps
It's time to get they boss touched
And I'm screaming free the guys
They den locked my dogs up
I'm still locked in with the mob
Bitch I'm a made nigga
Hunnid thousand in the safe
Yeah I'm a paid nigga
My lil nigga caught a body at 13
He a grave digger
Wonder why I'm rockin' all this Gucci
'Cus I hate niggas
Way before Coronavirus
In the kitchen with a mask on
Yeah these niggas really bitches
Walkin' with a strap on
I ain' gone lie
If I'on know 'em
I'ma probably tax homes
Bitch don't call me by my name
When you call that black phone
Yeah I might give that boy a fade
Like I pay booth rent
Right pocket of them Purples
Where that tool sit
Like a camera man
We at his house with a full clip
Bouta fire on that nigga
He was talkin' all that cool shit
Smokin' on exotics
On a island with a foreign
Bitch I'm road running
State to state you think I'm tourin'
You then ran out of that PUA
I know yo life is boring
Come and cop a brick
I'll give you extras go and snort it
Skit
Shout out all my niggas man
Fuck is you talkin' about
Free the guys
R.I.P. all my niggas man
Yeah
This ain't nothin' but a lil shit talkin'
You feel me
But if any nigga take it personal
It's that
Shout out my nigga Mondo in this bitch
Balenciaga steppin' I'on walk much
If it ain't about no paper I'on talk much
We den slid on all the opps
It's time to get they boss touched
And I'm screaming free the guys
They den locked my dogs up
I'm still locked in with the mob
Bitch I'm a made nigga
Hunnid thousand in the safe
Yeah I'm a paid nigga
My lil nigga caught a body at 13
He a grave digger
Wonder why I'm rockin' all this Gucci
'Cus I hate niggas
Way before Coronavirus
In the kitchen with a mask on
Yeah these niggas really bitches
Walkin' with a strap on
I ain' gone lie
If I'on know 'em
I'ma probably tax homes
Bitch don't call me by my name
When you call that black phone
Yeah I might give that boy a fade
Like I pay booth rent
Right pocket of them Purples
Where that tool sit
Like a camera man
We at his house with a full clip
Bouta fire on that nigga
He was talkin' all that cool shit
Smokin' on exotics
On a island with a foreign
Bitch I'm road running
State to state you think I'm tourin'
You then ran out of that PUA
I know yo life is boring
Come and cop a brick
I'll give you extras go and snort it
Skit
Shout out all my niggas man
Fuck is you talkin' about
Free the guys
R.I.P. all my niggas man
Yeah
This ain't nothin' but a lil shit talkin'
You feel me
But if any nigga take it personal
It's that
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Writer(s): Adama Sow
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