Tlk 2 Em
Talk To Em J!
It's quite astonishing
A nigga like me
Really don't give a fuck
I do what I want
I say as I please
And if you really got a problem
Then just say peace
And remove yourself
I rather have you do it
Cause I'm used to it
Fuck you fake niggas
Turn SDK
Into grave diggers
Slice em
Fish filet em
Get everybody who came with ya
I'll flip a card
Have you disappear like David Blaine
No Damon Waynes if you try us
You'll get major pain (Word)
The head honcho
Flow Dasani
So bring ponchos
Yo soy guapo
Gave her dick
On her cumpleanos
I need it pronto
No Mickelson
You'll take nine holes
One shot would get Messi
Since you fucking with my goals
With two glocks I'll hit you up
And become a paul bearer
To lift you up
Or maybe I'll become a pathologist
Just to zip you up
My pen is smooth
Ya shit is rough
So fix it up
You more coal than cole
Dog we can get enough
Dumb fuck
You sound like a lawn mower on the track
They hearing that weak shit
Asking when Tha God coming back
You niggas frauds it's a fact
Claim they pushing them P's
They worried bout 3 P loans
Than they mp3's
Heavens please
He got the Calboy cause they envy me
Money talks that's why I have my homeboy
Chris tuck em
Drama never been my steelo
So all that I say is fuck 'em
I just stay in my lane if they in the way
Then truck em
Fuck em
This shit is just like a plague
Nigga no Covid
I'm really sick on the mic
Cause all I spit is that hot shit
Boy I'm nicer than Mike
Make ya bitch ice cream
Like klondikes
So be calm dike
Most rappers just bite styles
Till they all get a upright
My goons with me
We got star bucks
Yessir we moving venti
Hit wise I'm Four for four
And I ain't talking Wendy's
Big Dog!
I just started rapping
To get my shit off
Most niggas ain't listen
I want big bucks like
Rich Paul Or Chris Paul
Eat frank if you don't believe it
Bars hit like power punches
Leaving you sleeping on Temperpedics
These bars you will repeat it
So make a damn decision
Or just listen (Please)
Whether you do or not
I'ma still be popping
In every region
Pussy!
Let the beat breath
Soul Deprived Bitch
It's quite astonishing
A nigga like me
Really don't give a fuck
I do what I want
I say as I please
And if you really got a problem
Then just say peace
And remove yourself
I rather have you do it
Cause I'm used to it
Fuck you fake niggas
Turn SDK
Into grave diggers
Slice em
Fish filet em
Get everybody who came with ya
I'll flip a card
Have you disappear like David Blaine
No Damon Waynes if you try us
You'll get major pain (Word)
The head honcho
Flow Dasani
So bring ponchos
Yo soy guapo
Gave her dick
On her cumpleanos
I need it pronto
No Mickelson
You'll take nine holes
One shot would get Messi
Since you fucking with my goals
With two glocks I'll hit you up
And become a paul bearer
To lift you up
Or maybe I'll become a pathologist
Just to zip you up
My pen is smooth
Ya shit is rough
So fix it up
You more coal than cole
Dog we can get enough
Dumb fuck
You sound like a lawn mower on the track
They hearing that weak shit
Asking when Tha God coming back
You niggas frauds it's a fact
Claim they pushing them P's
They worried bout 3 P loans
Than they mp3's
Heavens please
He got the Calboy cause they envy me
Money talks that's why I have my homeboy
Chris tuck em
Drama never been my steelo
So all that I say is fuck 'em
I just stay in my lane if they in the way
Then truck em
Fuck em
This shit is just like a plague
Nigga no Covid
I'm really sick on the mic
Cause all I spit is that hot shit
Boy I'm nicer than Mike
Make ya bitch ice cream
Like klondikes
So be calm dike
Most rappers just bite styles
Till they all get a upright
My goons with me
We got star bucks
Yessir we moving venti
Hit wise I'm Four for four
And I ain't talking Wendy's
Big Dog!
I just started rapping
To get my shit off
Most niggas ain't listen
I want big bucks like
Rich Paul Or Chris Paul
Eat frank if you don't believe it
Bars hit like power punches
Leaving you sleeping on Temperpedics
These bars you will repeat it
So make a damn decision
Or just listen (Please)
Whether you do or not
I'ma still be popping
In every region
Pussy!
Let the beat breath
Soul Deprived Bitch
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Writer(s): Juneecarl Mendoza
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