TALK ALOT

Big grimes in this bitch nigga, aye uh

Niggas, aye niggas talk a lot
But do they count a lot?
Three deep on the way to the bank, told my nigga gotta make a drop
21 bullets hit em' up a lot
Go get a lick back you my shorty or not?
I'm tryna thicken the plot
Nirvana 98 the .40 gone rock
Get to the cash, we gotta ball
Not in the stands in the field wit my dawgs
She wit the shit but lil shorty a doll
Can't go to the vet they tell me I'm a dog wit the shit (Yeah)
Hit the lil boy & we split (Yeah)
You a yorkie I'm a pit no comparison, way too easy making hits (Yeah, yeah)

Niggas talk a lot
But do they count a lot?
Three deep on the way to the bank, told my nigga gotta make a drop
Jam the ATM & pullout the guap
50 bullets niggas ready to rock out
Gotta go hard in the paint can't lay on the couch
Hop out wit them sticks tryna see what he bout

Niggas talk a lot
But do they count a lot?
Three deep on the way to the bank, told my nigga gotta make a drop
Please, tell me you need me
I been tryna put the work in overtime can't get no sleep, nigga won't eat. nigga won't eat
How you claim to hate me baby? But you always need me
And you know you been driving me crazy I can't help but see you in my dreams
(Catch a play & I put all my niggas on we pushing up in the latest AMG or greater)

How you claim to love me But you really hate me?



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Writer(s): Landon Mixon
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