I Don’t Talk

I don't talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don't talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah
Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that's a murder hit, know they heard of this
Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass

They talk down on my name, on my face, they brought shame
Blackballеd me from up out the game, bitch, strippеd me out the fame
I ain't get a thing but a laugh when I told my pain
"Oh, that's hilarious, to her?"
Do dirty work with illegal guns, that's what I was in the parish for
Make sure that my children travel, I ain't happy how they perished us
Crime inside the same hood
With no options, but they carriaged us
Can't be out here flippin' patties, What make you think
Them hoes gon' fuck with us?
What the fuck you think so lavish?
Through my whole career, been doped up
Playin' limbo with that gunfire, mama say I was her worst child
Daddy lost his soul inside a trial, that's fifty-five, one long ride
Tell Mike Caren I thank him for that phone call, I'm on now
If that's my girl, I ain't fuckin' on her friend inside my home, uh

I don't talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don't talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah
Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that's a murder hit, know they heard of this
Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass

Tired, you confused, you need to take some time off for to see
Who really love you, my friend? Got your best interests
Got your back and with you, thug 'til the end
Don't give no fuck if you kin
I need my phone call, guard go to trippin', tryna slam me down
I'm with Kaylee and with Herm inside the car, them hitters ran me down
Phone ring, it's K, pick up my phone, "KD just got gunned down"
Bub bussin' back, but what 'bout my lil' brother?
Montana son was 'round
She don't love a nigga, she a snake, huh? Her mama taught her that
You free to fuck 'round if I don't know about it
Who the fuck done thought of that?
I'm a gangster
I hang up on your mammy
Bitch, no, I ain't callin' back
I'm a ranger, in that Nawf, it's danger, my family stoppin' that
Talk to my brother violent, but Herm got him clapped, and I cop that
Ain't takin' care of her body, she skinny as the fuck, her parents fat
She stressin', wildin' about her old man, he done took her income tax
Know how she feel, I threw her somethin'
I watched niggas do my mama that
He choked her, slam her, kicked on her, spit on her
And made her spinal crack
He caught her talkin' to her ex, she tried to lie, he knew it's cap
But shawty was lovin' brodie ass and everybody know that that's a fact
Later OD'd from off a doja, it was as strong as nightcap