Talk My Ish

You know the vibes
Trap hard then trap harder
You catch me in that cashed out i8
Half a milly worth of diamonds on me
Big strap
Keep me Gucci like designer on me
Bad bitches
Running thru em' like a running back
You ain't cooking
See you later ain't no coming back
Fuck with me
Nigga I can change ya life
A lil toss a brick
I can wait go break it down to nickels
Fuck with me
I can put you in a Benz or something
Ask around
I done made a milli off of nothing
Nigga what you jump off that porch for?
911 right off that Porsche floor
Nigga you ain't smoke no dead opps boy
Put that weed out go tuck in yo cock Boy
I'm really strap like
I'm really strap like
Auto window bop bop traffic light
I really sold drugs
I really shot dice
I really did time
I fought the cops twice
Sell dope talk my shit
Just might fuck yo bitch
Violate buss my gun
Get sentenced just might run
(that's on god)
Sell dope talk my shit
Just might fuck yo bitch
Violate buss my gun
Get sentenced just might run
(that's on god)
Y'all know wassup wit me
Ima blueface nigga
Get money fucking bitches
Driving foreigns all this Mf ice on me
Eating good
Free fa guys man
Free fat Wah
Free Ab
Tuhh



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