DONT TALK

"Lancey, Lancey"
Let me be me, fam (shut up, fam)
You don't know me, fam
Talk on my name every day (where you know me from?)
Dick-in-your-mouth-ass niggas (you don't know me, fam)
Shut up (bored up in your-)

I'm so sick (chyeah) and tired of hearin' you chat, don't talk (don't talk)
Runnin' your mouth, all that cap, don't talk (chyeah)
Hatin', debatin', and sayin' my name, you ain't got racks, don't talk (huh?)
Stop tryna match, promoting your baddie, she ain't even black, don't talk (ha)
Empty the sink, mouth runnin' like water, I'm breakin' the tap, don't talk (hey)

Let me tell you what you missed (whew)
Thought you was trollin' but I'm sat here, I'm the one takin' the piss (aha, I'm the one takin' the piss)
Funny how I can do it like that, but niggas can't do it like this (huh?)
I come through dissin' the franchise, what? What? Who's sayin' "it's lit"? (It's lit)
Niggas can't rap in the booth with me, so they tell everyone I'm a myth (eediat)

I don't give a fuck 'bout a hit, these porn-star niggas been suckin' on dick (uh)
I'm 'bout to cut my dreads and make sure it's not a confusing ting (dickhead)
I was never playin' this game so trust me, fam, I can't lose this ting (hey, ha)
I got the key, Eternal Atake, but this ain't the Uzi ting (no Uzi)

I come through playing a fool to these rappers, you know it's a stupid ting
Wake up, start chattin' shit online, I'm on that loser ting (ha)
Stop bobbing your head to the beat, you dickhead, you know that you do them tings (dickhead)
You know that you do that stuff, you dickhead, you know that you do that stuff (eediat)

I can't even show real love, these niggas, they just be too, too sus' (huh?)
Talk about 2C-B in your raps, you don't even do them drugs (dickhead)
1979 in London, you don't even know about punk (dickhead)
Niggas ain't hot, they're mildish, I still carry my shank, I'm childish
I am a alien, I'm not a artist, they invite me, I lock off the party

Riding Mercedes-Benz punani, fold up your gang, bend up your army
Them man there, you can do that ting but this right here? Nah, you can't be (nah-nah-nah)
Nah, niggas ain't Lancey, nah, niggas ain't Lancey (you can't be)
Nah, niggas ain't Lancey, uh, nah, niggas ain't Lancey (you can't be)
Uh, niggas ain't Lancey, uh, nah, niggas ain't Lancey (you can't be)
Uh, niggas ain't Lancey (eediat)

I'm so sick and tired of hearin' you chat, don't talk (don't talk)
Runnin' your mouth, all that cap, don't talk (chyeah)
Hatin', debatin', and sayin' my name, you ain't got racks, don't talk (shut up)
Stop tryna match, promoting your baddie, she ain't even black, don't talk (ha)
Empty the sink, mouth runnin' like water, I'm breakin' the tap, don't talk

Uh-uh-uh, yeah-yeah
Uh-uh-uh, eat it up (yeah-yeah)
"Lancey, Lancey," shut up
Joke's on you, all day fam



Credits
Writer(s): Lea Hart, Ray Callcut
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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