TALK FACTS

(Pow, pow pow pow)
(ITB shit man)

Niggas they be talking
Never been in that field
Like where was you at when this shit got real?
And all of my niggas they shooting to kill
Tryna pop a nigga like a pill
Tryna hit a fuck nigga with that steel
Ask ya mans how them bullets feel
And it's still fuck the opps
You know I ain't ducking
Bro could back out
Get to shooting for nothing

And I swear that these lil niggas they be faking
We gon send him some bullets
Let's see if he can take him
And niggas ratting
Catch Tah we gon shake him, bake him
Got him praying, Salekem
Brodie gon hop out
Bullets they ate him
We gon send him to God
Let's see where he take him
And bitch we ain't shooting no ones
Like why the fuck you think we toting these guns?
Like fuck school I was skipping them classes
I'm toting Sharkiesha
Nigga that's a ratchet
If I pass it to bro then I know he gon blast it
That yapping
Don't get you nothing, but a casket
And brodie he brimmin, tryna spin thru the H
Tryna knock the food off a nigga plate
And I got a game since he wanna play
Slide thru his block, who gon die today

And niggas be bitches
I swear all the opps they be ducking
Hop in the booth
They like "Damn, Ish up to something"
They ain't even outside
I swear them niggas they be bluffing
BP back out
That nigga gon rush em
And I'm brimming
But I know some niggas that's crippin
I know a opp that got hit in his back
Now he crippin'
Talking tough, but he ain't never did a mission
Whipped it out on a bitch
And I told her just lick it
Talking on bro then this shit could get messy
Mike hit my phone, say he smoking on (Shh)
Lil bro, he a hot head he do the most
ITB, Prince Street, know I fuck with some Locs
He play with my bread we gon burn him, toast
He play with my- I'll shoot thru the coat
And all of my niggas pistol packin
He lacking
Told bro hop out head tap him

They question BP
Like, "What is you doing?"
"Why the fuck is you toting at school?"
That boy kept bluffing, so I had to do it
When I whipped it out, he ain't wanna move
My name Lil Tote
So I had to prove it
Osama, GR, told Tote "Don't shoot it"
Next time I swear ima use it
Next time I swear ima do it
I swear it get active
I'm tryna go slide and I slid
I know some niggas
Who really hop out and go kill
My shooter he don't need a pill
All of my big bruhs with it
They shoot educated
They taught Lil Tote how to drill
If a nigga want war then he have it
Spin in 4 cars tryna get us a kill
Lil nigga, where the fuck is your stain?
Stop posting on the gram
It's fuck what you saying
Matter fact, it's fuck what you bang
Word to my mother, it's time for a change
If you a bitch, then you cannot hang
Internet boy steady chasing that fame
Like why niggas talking?
Stop running that mouth
You a bitch lil bro
Wanna see what you bout
GQ in a chase he gon find him a route
If it's beef lil nigga we ain't backing out
I'm posted on Prince every day to the week
You ain't gotta ask around
You know where I be
I'm posted on Prince every day to the week
You ain't gotta ask around
You know where I be gang