Talk My Shit
Can I talk my shit? (Yeah)
I let these niggas talk they shit all the motherfuckin' time
If you think I'ma keep quiet or somethin'
(Haha, nah, fuck that)
If these niggas talk, I can talk my shit too, nigga
Why not?
(Keise on the track)
(Keise on the track)
(Haha)
Ayy, these niggas got the motherfuckin' nerve
I'd think before you cross, stay on the motherfuckin' curb, hey
Got the trap, tell them come and get your ass served, hey
Hang around with killers, they'll kill you, have my word
Nigga told me get my lick back, flick 'em with a big strap
Buddy actin' tender 'cause he heard I'm in his bitch mouth
She ain't tryna fuck, she 'bout to get her ass kicked out
Blogs caught a nigga walkin' 'round with my dick out
Hey, I'm everywhere they say I ain't, goin' where they say I can't
We don't see 'em in the street, shit, I ain't see 'em in the bank
Paper over pussy, niggas woofin', yeah, by the way
Give a nigga the green light, nigga tried to ride away
Stamp it like a visa, lil' freaky bitch, Keisha
Hey, fuck a ball, player's got her actin' like a diva
Strapped with the nina, I heard the lil' bitch a keeter
She ain't a squirter or a creamer, swear to God that I'ma leave her
Hey, that nigga crazy he don't think that she a cheater
But she gotta move carefully, if he catch her, he'll beat her
Got some young niggas knock you out for a feature
They'll do anything for Beezy, swear to God you won't believe her
Now everybody wanna holler they a demon
'Til you send 'em to the Devil, come and meet the Grim Reaper
Got her nuttin' back-to-back, shakin' like a seizure
Make this baby chopper get to singin' like Aretha
We ain't gotta play no hide-and-seek, tell 'em drop the addy
If they touch it, say it wasn't me, actin' like I'm jackin' (it wasn't me)
Call me young gigolo, I'm actin' like my daddy
You know you fed up with that nigga's shit, so why you actin' happy?
Nah, I ain't cheap, you just a bitch I just won't spend it on
Why these niggas cappin'? They the ones my niggas spinnin' on
Tryna get snatched, so I bought my bitch some silicon
We touchin' all the opps, I can tell you how they feelin', huh
Freaky bitch leakin', come and eat me like some dinner rolls
All about my business, so why the fuck you in your feelings for?
Why you mad she did you bad? So? You know she been a ho
My Draco comin' like T-Pain, it got these niggas gettin' low
My feet hurt for real, they makin' t-shirts for real
I'm a real stepper, do your research for real
Lil' baby all on me, yeah, she squirt for real
Turned me down before I blew up, now she hurt for real
That nigga talkin' nonsense, leechin', on they bum shit
Freaky bitch love suckin' dick because her tongue thick
Hittin' it from the back, go on and bounce it on my thumb, bitch
Keep the pussy drippin', always make a nigga cum quick
Most of these niggas really soft behind these bitches
Goofy, dumb behind these hoes, pillow-talkin' to these bitches
I'm a real player, I ain't spit-boxin' 'bout these bitches
That humble Yella gone, I'm actin' cocky with these bitches (Nigga)
Stupid
I let these niggas talk they shit all the motherfuckin' time
If you think I'ma keep quiet or somethin'
(Haha, nah, fuck that)
If these niggas talk, I can talk my shit too, nigga
Why not?
(Keise on the track)
(Keise on the track)
(Haha)
Ayy, these niggas got the motherfuckin' nerve
I'd think before you cross, stay on the motherfuckin' curb, hey
Got the trap, tell them come and get your ass served, hey
Hang around with killers, they'll kill you, have my word
Nigga told me get my lick back, flick 'em with a big strap
Buddy actin' tender 'cause he heard I'm in his bitch mouth
She ain't tryna fuck, she 'bout to get her ass kicked out
Blogs caught a nigga walkin' 'round with my dick out
Hey, I'm everywhere they say I ain't, goin' where they say I can't
We don't see 'em in the street, shit, I ain't see 'em in the bank
Paper over pussy, niggas woofin', yeah, by the way
Give a nigga the green light, nigga tried to ride away
Stamp it like a visa, lil' freaky bitch, Keisha
Hey, fuck a ball, player's got her actin' like a diva
Strapped with the nina, I heard the lil' bitch a keeter
She ain't a squirter or a creamer, swear to God that I'ma leave her
Hey, that nigga crazy he don't think that she a cheater
But she gotta move carefully, if he catch her, he'll beat her
Got some young niggas knock you out for a feature
They'll do anything for Beezy, swear to God you won't believe her
Now everybody wanna holler they a demon
'Til you send 'em to the Devil, come and meet the Grim Reaper
Got her nuttin' back-to-back, shakin' like a seizure
Make this baby chopper get to singin' like Aretha
We ain't gotta play no hide-and-seek, tell 'em drop the addy
If they touch it, say it wasn't me, actin' like I'm jackin' (it wasn't me)
Call me young gigolo, I'm actin' like my daddy
You know you fed up with that nigga's shit, so why you actin' happy?
Nah, I ain't cheap, you just a bitch I just won't spend it on
Why these niggas cappin'? They the ones my niggas spinnin' on
Tryna get snatched, so I bought my bitch some silicon
We touchin' all the opps, I can tell you how they feelin', huh
Freaky bitch leakin', come and eat me like some dinner rolls
All about my business, so why the fuck you in your feelings for?
Why you mad she did you bad? So? You know she been a ho
My Draco comin' like T-Pain, it got these niggas gettin' low
My feet hurt for real, they makin' t-shirts for real
I'm a real stepper, do your research for real
Lil' baby all on me, yeah, she squirt for real
Turned me down before I blew up, now she hurt for real
That nigga talkin' nonsense, leechin', on they bum shit
Freaky bitch love suckin' dick because her tongue thick
Hittin' it from the back, go on and bounce it on my thumb, bitch
Keep the pussy drippin', always make a nigga cum quick
Most of these niggas really soft behind these bitches
Goofy, dumb behind these hoes, pillow-talkin' to these bitches
I'm a real player, I ain't spit-boxin' 'bout these bitches
That humble Yella gone, I'm actin' cocky with these bitches (Nigga)
Stupid
Credits
Writer(s): James Elbert Phillips, Jonathan H. Smith, Todd Anthony Shaw, Sammie D. Norris, Markies Deandre Conway, Marquis Davon Masters
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