Talking Shit (feat. BlickWaYs)

I'm a real street baller, I ain't talkin' bout' no rim
If you want some real beef, then we taking off yo' limbs
Bitch we coming 3-D with every Blick, this ain't no film
This ain't no New York, but we boot'em like a Timb
All these bitches love my demenor, and they call me Big Slim
(BrrdBrrd, Nah fuck that)
(Aye), they call me BlickWaYs, cause I'll Blick him
Blick him, I'll Blick all of them, send my big dawg go get'em
Go sick, all of them, got some real Hitta's real
Go-getta's that didn't have to train, with them VV'S on my neck
Hopping in them fucking planes, got that jane on my wrist
Make them bitches go insane

I ain't no rookie, to the game, I'm a Rap-star All-star fame
Sit yo 5 dolla ass down, Before I make sum change
Polo girl she's, riding my horse, she golf my balls on my course
Green Arrows on my stick, watch me Arch the beam
I feel like Speed racer in the SRT
Big-Walk Dog, bitches barking me
I ain't chasing you, you chasing me, she's a chaser
Ballin' scat-packs, I'm a dream chaser
Candy Shop, Sweet Tooth I had to taste her
Baller Hoosier boy, but I ain't no Pacer