DontTalk2Me (feat. Whycliff & Capital Swank)
Imma say it one time for the people in the back don't talk to me
If you wasn't 'round then don't walk with me
Don't try and hit my line quit calling me
We ain't feeling the same they be screaming my name
From the bedroom to the bank animosity
Is it time to leave?
I love pussy like these bitches love astrology
Cant bring me down cause I'm up like an apostrophe
Send her home next morning walking wobbly
Don't talk to me
Have you six feet deep you looking down on me?
Put your hands up hold your line this ain't no robbery
Just need what's mine boy don't cry, it's just policy
I ain't choose this shit man honestly
Slob on my knob Shawty mad with no job
Think she slick with quirks With the boots and the bob
Got me irked, got me hot Get to work bitch you not that one
Sean K still alive Get the fuck out my ride
Don't talk to me, shit ain't complicated
Used to call these people my brothers got me humiliated
Realised these pieces is chess these moves are calculated
Removing all the snakes and the stress and now I'm motivated
And I was nineteen got me stressing like i'm forty
Im not wasting no more time by catching feelings for a shawty
You can try your fucking best but you will never get to know me
Imma show you what you think that's what think shouts out to Tony
I move dope shit, with hot bricks, while under the sheets
Ash gonna get this money while I up in the streets
I'mma crack a couple bottles if I fight that man
Moving weight up in the house if we find that van
Gotta tell ugly hoes they better wear that mask
Or I'm not splitting 40 so you can't cop half
Gotta do a couple lines if we found that loot
Leaving concerts early like I got that boot
You can meet me on da block where I swiped that chain
Huffing gas up in my face cause it fights back pain
Mother fuckers didn't know they was gone get hit
Can't call you Moses anymore because can't split shit
Operations being turnt cause we smoked that spliff
Weed Santa clause nigga cause I just brought gifts
Finna call up Tony cause I need that iron
But my mans can't because that shit won't burn
Gotta hit you with the bat in case you get outta line
Bout to call that nigga nigga if I can't find mine
Bodied this beat like sweat is to heat gotta tell these hoes I like double zeros
Got so many flows like I just don't know reality warp a nigga welcome to my show
Or our show
NDC yea
If you wasn't 'round then don't walk with me
Don't try and hit my line quit calling me
We ain't feeling the same they be screaming my name
From the bedroom to the bank animosity
Is it time to leave?
I love pussy like these bitches love astrology
Cant bring me down cause I'm up like an apostrophe
Send her home next morning walking wobbly
Don't talk to me
Have you six feet deep you looking down on me?
Put your hands up hold your line this ain't no robbery
Just need what's mine boy don't cry, it's just policy
I ain't choose this shit man honestly
Slob on my knob Shawty mad with no job
Think she slick with quirks With the boots and the bob
Got me irked, got me hot Get to work bitch you not that one
Sean K still alive Get the fuck out my ride
Don't talk to me, shit ain't complicated
Used to call these people my brothers got me humiliated
Realised these pieces is chess these moves are calculated
Removing all the snakes and the stress and now I'm motivated
And I was nineteen got me stressing like i'm forty
Im not wasting no more time by catching feelings for a shawty
You can try your fucking best but you will never get to know me
Imma show you what you think that's what think shouts out to Tony
I move dope shit, with hot bricks, while under the sheets
Ash gonna get this money while I up in the streets
I'mma crack a couple bottles if I fight that man
Moving weight up in the house if we find that van
Gotta tell ugly hoes they better wear that mask
Or I'm not splitting 40 so you can't cop half
Gotta do a couple lines if we found that loot
Leaving concerts early like I got that boot
You can meet me on da block where I swiped that chain
Huffing gas up in my face cause it fights back pain
Mother fuckers didn't know they was gone get hit
Can't call you Moses anymore because can't split shit
Operations being turnt cause we smoked that spliff
Weed Santa clause nigga cause I just brought gifts
Finna call up Tony cause I need that iron
But my mans can't because that shit won't burn
Gotta hit you with the bat in case you get outta line
Bout to call that nigga nigga if I can't find mine
Bodied this beat like sweat is to heat gotta tell these hoes I like double zeros
Got so many flows like I just don't know reality warp a nigga welcome to my show
Or our show
NDC yea
Credits
Writer(s): Finlay Evers
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