Talk My Shit 2
Hey, its Stevie gang bitch
I ain't lovin' on these bitches, know that shit come with a fee
These bitches ain't gon' ride for you, it's just your turn, learnt that from bree
Stevie died, everybody hurt, I'm thinkin' get back while I grieve
She claimed that she loved him, was gettin' fucked less than a week
Watch who you round dese', jits be snakes, I feel she only hit my phone up
Cause she know that I got paper, she fucked that dude
What should I think, would I be wrong, to bust his brain
Can't love on you, you come with pain, get in that mode, I'm off a drank
Don't wanna talk, just give me space
When I'm out east, can't go on dates, know shit get hot
I keep my heat rollin', that spot, I let it quake
Tryna backdoor me, take your face, ayy, who said somethin' about the A?
They forget to say that we won't play, hop out, pencil stick gone erase
Ayy, I let wassanme ass run, but next time, it's gon' be a chase
Ayy, that boy dumb, he think that I don't got a gun, this shit be spades
Ayy, they hop out, aiming at his lung, now niggas done, boy, I got range
Like, we live this shit for fun, Mato is gon' be done, rolled every day, have a lil
Hoe hit his phone and let him think he gettin' pussy
Then you see them A's poppin' out, jumpin' out your bushes
He gon' try to up his taurus, but it's too late, hit with fullies
Niggas play with Steve, they ain't forget to say he was a bully
I'm from the A, I shot my first gun at 14, I ain't no rookie
Tryna get up with your big dawg, I'll break him down like he a cookie
Before I let a nigga play, I tell the feds, Aye come and book me
Pussy bitches caught me lackin', stupid bitches shoulda cooked me
Got this OG lo, we gon' get him smoked, ayy, Jit I'm cooling
Brody tryna run up, hit a nigga, nah, boy, you can't fool me
He gon' try to run away, I'll chase him down and get to shootin
Should've thought with your brain, now your dumb ass is gonna lose it
I ain't lovin' on these bitches, know that shit come with a fee
These bitches ain't gon' ride for you, it's just your turn, learnt that from bree
Stevie died, everybody hurt, I'm thinkin' get back while I grieve
She claimed that she loved him, was gettin' fucked less than a week
Watch who you round dese', jits be snakes, I feel she only hit my phone up
Cause she know that I got paper, she fucked that dude
What should I think, would I be wrong, to bust his brain
Can't love on you, you come with pain, get in that mode, I'm off a drank
Don't wanna talk, just give me space
When I'm out east, can't go on dates, know shit get hot
I keep my heat rollin', that spot, I let it quake
Tryna backdoor me, take your face, ayy, who said somethin' about the A?
They forget to say that we won't play, hop out, pencil stick gone erase
Ayy, I let wassanme ass run, but next time, it's gon' be a chase
Ayy, that boy dumb, he think that I don't got a gun, this shit be spades
Ayy, they hop out, aiming at his lung, now niggas done, boy, I got range
Like, we live this shit for fun, Mato is gon' be done, rolled every day, have a lil
Hoe hit his phone and let him think he gettin' pussy
Then you see them A's poppin' out, jumpin' out your bushes
He gon' try to up his taurus, but it's too late, hit with fullies
Niggas play with Steve, they ain't forget to say he was a bully
I'm from the A, I shot my first gun at 14, I ain't no rookie
Tryna get up with your big dawg, I'll break him down like he a cookie
Before I let a nigga play, I tell the feds, Aye come and book me
Pussy bitches caught me lackin', stupid bitches shoulda cooked me
Got this OG lo, we gon' get him smoked, ayy, Jit I'm cooling
Brody tryna run up, hit a nigga, nah, boy, you can't fool me
He gon' try to run away, I'll chase him down and get to shootin
Should've thought with your brain, now your dumb ass is gonna lose it
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Writer(s): 100k Izzy
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