Mr. Shit Talker
You ain't my nigga
If i don't trust you
Only a few up in my circle
She tryna fuck
But i want suck
I do my dance
Just like i'm urkel
We got them Ps
Break em down
Get it in w my big brother
Niggas talkin like they with it
Ducking fades just like no other
On my money moves right now
Only thinkin bout dineros
Finna treat my mane hoe
Gonna cop her sum stilettos
Thinking bout my nigga
Spark a elbow up
To ease my mental
This that pressure
Hardest out of AZ
I don't know who can be better
I be talkin my shit
Call me mr shit talker
Fresh ass fade
Like i just left my fuckin barber
Went hard this year
But next year i'm going fuckin harder
Right or wrong with my dawgs
Please don't cause a problem
Flying up in traffic
12 hit the lights
We goin faster
Now we doin doughnuts
Spinning shit with no hazards
We just living life
We sum lit lil fuckin bastards
And i just need a hell cat
Tryna hear the sound of that
You can stunt up in yo songs
But real life you just be cap
You ain't ever hit a lick
Never took a nigga bag
Always been problem causer
Since a child i was bad
Before this rap shit even started
I was hustling sellin work
I had a job for like a week
Then i kicked it to the curb
Don't depend on anybody
Go and get it out the dirt
My old homies turnt bitches
I swear that shit lowkey hurt
They turnt left
And I turnt right
They decisions cost a price
Ima youngin with lil guidance
But ima do this shit right
You the type to mean mug
But ain't ever down to fight
Be on yo toes
Shit can go down any second tonight
Ye Fuck goin out
If I died then I did it
You a fucking nerd
No wonder you can't fit in
Long live Ryder
On the side of my fitted
Dommy need some TP
Cuz he shit up on the track
Shawty hooked on me
Like she addicted to the crack
Tryna get some money
Gotta go hit up the plug
Pick you up some work
Gotta flip it til it's gone
An ain't no cappin in my shit
This shit come off the dome
Jumpin in with my homies
Nigga ain't no one on ones
Nowadays it seems like
People beef just for the fun
Yapping on the net
Ye that shit is for the moms
Coming out with heat seekers
Dommy dropping bombs
Put on for my city
Ye fuck the competition
Sorry If I been MIA
I been on a mission
I've been going in
I've been plotting on my chicken
Back then hoes curved me
They don't know what they missing
Was nice in the beginning
They took advantage of that
I had to switch up my modes
I'm at 100 percent
I had a dream one night
I put 100 on my neck
Make my dreams come tru
Yeah I'm finna do that
Speak the hot shit in yo songs
But we all know it's cap
I hate them posers ass dudes
Who really think they on game
But get all they money
From they daddy and mamas mane
You never grinded for shit
You ain't earn my respect
Only thing you deserve
Is getting setup by a bitch
Never ratting out my guys
Cuz I ain't no snitch
We gon come up together
In this bitch and get rich
Just hold it down
And promise that you ain't gonna switch
Love the ones by my side
We gon get lit
Never ratting out my guys
Cuz I ain't no snitch
We gon come up together
In this bitch and get rich
Just hold it down
And promise that you ain't gonna switch
Love the ones by my side
We gon get lit
If i don't trust you
Only a few up in my circle
She tryna fuck
But i want suck
I do my dance
Just like i'm urkel
We got them Ps
Break em down
Get it in w my big brother
Niggas talkin like they with it
Ducking fades just like no other
On my money moves right now
Only thinkin bout dineros
Finna treat my mane hoe
Gonna cop her sum stilettos
Thinking bout my nigga
Spark a elbow up
To ease my mental
This that pressure
Hardest out of AZ
I don't know who can be better
I be talkin my shit
Call me mr shit talker
Fresh ass fade
Like i just left my fuckin barber
Went hard this year
But next year i'm going fuckin harder
Right or wrong with my dawgs
Please don't cause a problem
Flying up in traffic
12 hit the lights
We goin faster
Now we doin doughnuts
Spinning shit with no hazards
We just living life
We sum lit lil fuckin bastards
And i just need a hell cat
Tryna hear the sound of that
You can stunt up in yo songs
But real life you just be cap
You ain't ever hit a lick
Never took a nigga bag
Always been problem causer
Since a child i was bad
Before this rap shit even started
I was hustling sellin work
I had a job for like a week
Then i kicked it to the curb
Don't depend on anybody
Go and get it out the dirt
My old homies turnt bitches
I swear that shit lowkey hurt
They turnt left
And I turnt right
They decisions cost a price
Ima youngin with lil guidance
But ima do this shit right
You the type to mean mug
But ain't ever down to fight
Be on yo toes
Shit can go down any second tonight
Ye Fuck goin out
If I died then I did it
You a fucking nerd
No wonder you can't fit in
Long live Ryder
On the side of my fitted
Dommy need some TP
Cuz he shit up on the track
Shawty hooked on me
Like she addicted to the crack
Tryna get some money
Gotta go hit up the plug
Pick you up some work
Gotta flip it til it's gone
An ain't no cappin in my shit
This shit come off the dome
Jumpin in with my homies
Nigga ain't no one on ones
Nowadays it seems like
People beef just for the fun
Yapping on the net
Ye that shit is for the moms
Coming out with heat seekers
Dommy dropping bombs
Put on for my city
Ye fuck the competition
Sorry If I been MIA
I been on a mission
I've been going in
I've been plotting on my chicken
Back then hoes curved me
They don't know what they missing
Was nice in the beginning
They took advantage of that
I had to switch up my modes
I'm at 100 percent
I had a dream one night
I put 100 on my neck
Make my dreams come tru
Yeah I'm finna do that
Speak the hot shit in yo songs
But we all know it's cap
I hate them posers ass dudes
Who really think they on game
But get all they money
From they daddy and mamas mane
You never grinded for shit
You ain't earn my respect
Only thing you deserve
Is getting setup by a bitch
Never ratting out my guys
Cuz I ain't no snitch
We gon come up together
In this bitch and get rich
Just hold it down
And promise that you ain't gonna switch
Love the ones by my side
We gon get lit
Never ratting out my guys
Cuz I ain't no snitch
We gon come up together
In this bitch and get rich
Just hold it down
And promise that you ain't gonna switch
Love the ones by my side
We gon get lit
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Writer(s): Dominiq Hernandez
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