Shit Talkin' (feat. Don the Prince)
In the vip with my shades on frost bite my neck and wrist
I done put too much ice on
Bottle bitches choosin yeah I see you baby
She just got a BBL so that ass crazy
She went and Got her lips done and a tattoo
I Sent her ass a dm and she slid through
Shawty want Me to lay it raw like smack down
Then try to do me like PJ, I ain't assed out
I hate when bitches wanna cry like baby
I got a hunnid fucking problems I ain't jay z
Niggas pocket watching pop em with 380
You on they side? Well imma send yo ass where they be, Sleep, For real
Money is the motive like a cow I keep it moo-ving
A lot hoes near my section steady choosing me
Fuck it I want em all
Can you swallow that dick then stick ya tongue out on my balls
Why the Don be in expensive shit
Don't forget to mention that a nigga paid homie
Why he always got at least 2 chains on em
Cop a foreign spin the bin through the lane on em
Shyeah, It's a lotta hoes around swear I don't remember names
All my bitches eat nut fuck a roe versus wade
I gotta keep it on me
Niggas shootin up parades
All these cops keep on killin
So I'm ridin wit that thang
We know who is you can't make no
Fool outta me
Big Glock wit a switch no identify a g
All I do is sip the deuce
I'm sippin 5 in a week
It's homicides every week
It's do or die in these streets
I done put too much ice on
Bottle bitches choosin yeah I see you baby
She just got a BBL so that ass crazy
She went and Got her lips done and a tattoo
I Sent her ass a dm and she slid through
Shawty want Me to lay it raw like smack down
Then try to do me like PJ, I ain't assed out
I hate when bitches wanna cry like baby
I got a hunnid fucking problems I ain't jay z
Niggas pocket watching pop em with 380
You on they side? Well imma send yo ass where they be, Sleep, For real
Money is the motive like a cow I keep it moo-ving
A lot hoes near my section steady choosing me
Fuck it I want em all
Can you swallow that dick then stick ya tongue out on my balls
Why the Don be in expensive shit
Don't forget to mention that a nigga paid homie
Why he always got at least 2 chains on em
Cop a foreign spin the bin through the lane on em
Shyeah, It's a lotta hoes around swear I don't remember names
All my bitches eat nut fuck a roe versus wade
I gotta keep it on me
Niggas shootin up parades
All these cops keep on killin
So I'm ridin wit that thang
We know who is you can't make no
Fool outta me
Big Glock wit a switch no identify a g
All I do is sip the deuce
I'm sippin 5 in a week
It's homicides every week
It's do or die in these streets
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Camp
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