Can I Talk My Shit

Not a thug, but if you try to pull my card then I gotta pull the trigger
A real smooth killer
Typa nigga to slide on his opps, be back for dinner
You could tell by the cold shit that's on my neck that I'm winner
I'm ready for the summer nigga
Dreads long
Dick longer nigga
I fuck yo bitch and then I ask you where you from my nigga
And if you ain't from the city you best get on my nigga
Cuz us and outsiders rarely get along my nigga
I'm the topic of all of her conversations
Her bestie just hit me, I'm contemplating
On whether or not, I should add her to the roster
He grew out his locks, that natty boy became a Rasta
So I'm fucking on these bitches I'm trying to make them squirt
Code name: Bob Marley, I got Three Little Birds
That are on my twig
Aye can I talk my shit, aye can I talk my shit
Man I just talked my shit
Fuck, my fucking mama not gon' like that song
Aye can I talk my shit, aye can I talk my shit, aye I just talked my shit
Aye I just talked my shit



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Writer(s): Akai Gomez
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