SH!T TALKIN

Young Cesar
Huh, nigga, nigga GO
Flip a nigga Benz truck, that's what my bro said
Or I think that's what I heard I'm tryna switch it up
Walk down on another nigga stryker and tell em give it up
It ain't no more rentys in the city cause we done hit em up
If you ain't tryna grease baby you can go home
.308's off in the yop this bitch a rip a ozone
I ain't tryna be romantic, fuck with my clothes on
Gelato 41 this shit right here got me so stoned
Brand new gen 5 I'm tryna switch it up
Them niggas pussy that's on Brodie they can't sit with us
They taking pictures, oh we finna come and flick it up
The bitch was 6'3 so When I fuck she had to pick me up

Hit your ass with the laser, now you can't see
Brody got two knives on the chop, I think he GD
Catch a nigga playin' with my money, he gon' D.I.E
You the type of nigga everyday, go to school and order a B.L.T

Nah, I'm just bullshittin
Lay niggas down with this gat
100 rounds in my lap

Move righteous if he move wrong, dog gettin' clapped
Nigga, it's like 500 shots
If you play, you gon' die
Last nigga dissin' on the net, we sent him to the sky

We need a private jet for all this shit, cause nigga know I'm fly
Nigga tried to run off on the plug and then he got shot in his eye
Boy this shit gettin creep
She a thot up in the streets, but she a eater in my sheets

If I catch the nigga lackin', guaranteed that he delete
Up the Glock 19, gen 5 at his teeth
I'll put the gen 5 down and knock your teeth out
I'm in your baby mama bed, laid up with my feet out

I ain't even said shit yet, she pulled my meat out
I'm feelin' too conceited in this bitch
Ayo DJ, cut the beat out



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Writer(s): Trevon Bennett
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