Talk My Sh!t
Bitch I was sliding in a cutlass
Took it back and copped a bucket
Popped my shit now niggas mad
I know they hating but it's fuck em
Trying to go and get a bag
Yo nigga broke he need some crutches
Boog was waiting wit his mask
To walk you down won't see em coming
And the bitches extra fine when I pop out
Might throw a hunnid
It be rulers on them glocks when
We hop out bitch ain't no running
In the merk this shit get dirty
Bitch you dying if you stumbling
Only time I spare some shit
Is when I'm bowling imma hunter
Had to bring the dogs wit me
Cus I know that boy a runner
Seen my face now his heart racing
Like I laced his marijuana
I ain't tough but I ain't scared
Bitch you can try me if you wanna
Glock be tucked but bitch I'm like dat
We can scrap it if you wanna
Keep my pole when it get hot
Cus niggas die every summer
Told my shorty keep a strap cus
Niggas hate me and they want her
Niggas dissing now they missing
And it's letter to they momma
Put his head up in a box
And put his body in the water
Wash a nigga like some dishes
Sent his ass to the coroner
Body bag had zipped em up in
Front his daughter and her momma
I ain't worried bout no bitches
All I ever chased was commas
On the road to these riches
You can starve if you wanna
Trying to put my niggas on
And get my moms out the gutter
Niggas bitches with no ass
They ain't never shaking nothing
Keep a glock wit extra mags bitch
Ain't no stopping when I'm bussing
If you swing then imma shoot
You got yo guard up for nothing
Took it back and copped a bucket
Popped my shit now niggas mad
I know they hating but it's fuck em
Trying to go and get a bag
Yo nigga broke he need some crutches
Boog was waiting wit his mask
To walk you down won't see em coming
And the bitches extra fine when I pop out
Might throw a hunnid
It be rulers on them glocks when
We hop out bitch ain't no running
In the merk this shit get dirty
Bitch you dying if you stumbling
Only time I spare some shit
Is when I'm bowling imma hunter
Had to bring the dogs wit me
Cus I know that boy a runner
Seen my face now his heart racing
Like I laced his marijuana
I ain't tough but I ain't scared
Bitch you can try me if you wanna
Glock be tucked but bitch I'm like dat
We can scrap it if you wanna
Keep my pole when it get hot
Cus niggas die every summer
Told my shorty keep a strap cus
Niggas hate me and they want her
Niggas dissing now they missing
And it's letter to they momma
Put his head up in a box
And put his body in the water
Wash a nigga like some dishes
Sent his ass to the coroner
Body bag had zipped em up in
Front his daughter and her momma
I ain't worried bout no bitches
All I ever chased was commas
On the road to these riches
You can starve if you wanna
Trying to put my niggas on
And get my moms out the gutter
Niggas bitches with no ass
They ain't never shaking nothing
Keep a glock wit extra mags bitch
Ain't no stopping when I'm bussing
If you swing then imma shoot
You got yo guard up for nothing
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Writer(s): Mykal Mims
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