Fuck Allat Talking
Fuck all that talking if it's smoke just pull up and spark it
Got these red tips in this drac
Whatever you driving ima make you park it
Ain't gotta walk down I just put on a laser
Let's see which one of you niggas get the farthest
Got these racks in my jeans bitch keep on asking
I told that lil hoe I'm an artist
I just be trapping and shit
Niggas be capping and shit
I really be wrapping the bricks
Nigga play send a blitz and I bet he get hit now
He filled up with red tips he crying to his bitch
Locked in with the gang know these niggas
Can't hang
If you cross buss your brain I could never switch
Got them diamonds in my chain
And I'm swerving the lane
And I'm smoking gelato and I'm riding with your bitch
The shit that I spend these Nigga be saving
Hoe worried bout the wrong shit asked what I'm making
Remember days I was down bad young nigga taking
Find a spot send some bags to that bitch if it's vacant
All my glocks got different clips for different occasions
Ima fuck her then slide no I don't do relations
Need all that shit up front I ain't even patient
Nigga got ran off on now he walking round pacing
Number 1 rule up in the trap
Nigga better stay watching that camera
Better watch them fords
That be sliding around in the hood with them long ass antennas
Bitch all in my DM she asking for money
I look on her page she talking about she a dancer
Niggas broke as fuck tryna give them advice
And they act like they already got the answer
Moving these bags all around the city
I'm having my way know these niggas they notice
I was just geeked off the cup the last time I came to the studio
Nigga couldn't even focus
Stay down in the spot and you count up them racks
And you buss down your wrist that's a trap nigga trophy
Glock 17 and it came with a beam
When I step on the scene know this bitch fully loaded
Fuck all that talking if it's smoke just pull up and spark it
Got these red tips in this drac
Whatever you driving ima make you park it
Ain't gotta walk down I just put on a laser
Let's see which one of you niggas get the farthest
Got these racks in my jeans bitch keep on asking
I told that lil hoe I'm an artist
I just be trapping and shit
Niggas be capping and shit
I really be wrapping the bricks
Nigga play send a blitz and I bet he get hit now
He filled up with red tips he crying to his bitch
Locked in with the gang know these niggas
Can't hang
If you cross buss your brain I could never switch
Got them diamonds in my chain
And I'm swerving the lane
And I'm smoking gelato and I'm riding with your bitch
Fuck all that talking if it's smoke just pull up and spark it
Got these red tips in this drac
Whatever you driving ima make you park it
Ain't gotta walk down I just put on a laser
Let's see which one of you niggas get the farthest
Got these racks in my jeans bitch keep on asking
I told that lil hoe I'm an artist
I just be trapping and shit
Niggas be capping and shit
I really be wrapping the bricks
Nigga play send a blitz
And I bet he get hit now he filled up with red tips he crying to his bitch
Locked in with the gang know these niggas
Can't hang
If you cross buss your brain I could never switch
Got them diamonds in my chain
And I'm swerving the lane
And I'm smoking gelato and I'm riding with your bitch
Got these red tips in this drac
Whatever you driving ima make you park it
Ain't gotta walk down I just put on a laser
Let's see which one of you niggas get the farthest
Got these racks in my jeans bitch keep on asking
I told that lil hoe I'm an artist
I just be trapping and shit
Niggas be capping and shit
I really be wrapping the bricks
Nigga play send a blitz and I bet he get hit now
He filled up with red tips he crying to his bitch
Locked in with the gang know these niggas
Can't hang
If you cross buss your brain I could never switch
Got them diamonds in my chain
And I'm swerving the lane
And I'm smoking gelato and I'm riding with your bitch
The shit that I spend these Nigga be saving
Hoe worried bout the wrong shit asked what I'm making
Remember days I was down bad young nigga taking
Find a spot send some bags to that bitch if it's vacant
All my glocks got different clips for different occasions
Ima fuck her then slide no I don't do relations
Need all that shit up front I ain't even patient
Nigga got ran off on now he walking round pacing
Number 1 rule up in the trap
Nigga better stay watching that camera
Better watch them fords
That be sliding around in the hood with them long ass antennas
Bitch all in my DM she asking for money
I look on her page she talking about she a dancer
Niggas broke as fuck tryna give them advice
And they act like they already got the answer
Moving these bags all around the city
I'm having my way know these niggas they notice
I was just geeked off the cup the last time I came to the studio
Nigga couldn't even focus
Stay down in the spot and you count up them racks
And you buss down your wrist that's a trap nigga trophy
Glock 17 and it came with a beam
When I step on the scene know this bitch fully loaded
Fuck all that talking if it's smoke just pull up and spark it
Got these red tips in this drac
Whatever you driving ima make you park it
Ain't gotta walk down I just put on a laser
Let's see which one of you niggas get the farthest
Got these racks in my jeans bitch keep on asking
I told that lil hoe I'm an artist
I just be trapping and shit
Niggas be capping and shit
I really be wrapping the bricks
Nigga play send a blitz and I bet he get hit now
He filled up with red tips he crying to his bitch
Locked in with the gang know these niggas
Can't hang
If you cross buss your brain I could never switch
Got them diamonds in my chain
And I'm swerving the lane
And I'm smoking gelato and I'm riding with your bitch
Fuck all that talking if it's smoke just pull up and spark it
Got these red tips in this drac
Whatever you driving ima make you park it
Ain't gotta walk down I just put on a laser
Let's see which one of you niggas get the farthest
Got these racks in my jeans bitch keep on asking
I told that lil hoe I'm an artist
I just be trapping and shit
Niggas be capping and shit
I really be wrapping the bricks
Nigga play send a blitz
And I bet he get hit now he filled up with red tips he crying to his bitch
Locked in with the gang know these niggas
Can't hang
If you cross buss your brain I could never switch
Got them diamonds in my chain
And I'm swerving the lane
And I'm smoking gelato and I'm riding with your bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Carr
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