Talking My Shit

(Crucial 808)

If that's yo bitch, better keep her in, because my gang is known to snatch
If you send lil 60 at me, how he leave he won't come back

I been doing this shit for years, give my name some damn respect
Ian tripping off no broke, these n***** flodging, they some peasants

And I go by Mr. Rockout, tryna rock-out every chance
If yo n**** play with one, he gon' see four in advance
Call me pussy, ain't never been, lil homie prolly fuck his hand
I been chasing racks all through the summer, it's hot I need a fan

They say "lil Dey gon' head calm down real quick"
No I can't calm down lil n****
Every since I hopped up in my bag, I seen a bigger picture
Keep my head right on a swivel
They prolly wan't me out the picture
Ain't done till I reach seven figures
Still then, imma be that n****

Make the wrong move, better watch yo step, you might fall out of line
Seen n***** get too much pride, they put they guys behind that line
N**** snake they own over some hoes that shit ain't cool at all
Yo own n**** show animosity, they hate to see you ball

If that's yo bitch, better keep her in, because my gang is known to snatch
If you send lil 60 at me, how he leave he won't come back
I been doing this shit for years, give my name some damn respect
Ian tripping off no broke, these n***** flodging, they some peasants

And I go by Mr. Rockout, tryna rock-out every chance
If yo n**** play with one, he gon' see four in advance
Call me pussy, ain't never been, lil homie prolly fuck his hand
I been chasing racks all through the summer, it's hot I need a fan



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Writer(s): Deyshaun Hall
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