Let$tlkboutit (feat. Tragikk & Paako)

This ain't no love song, nah This ain't no fucking love song
Really tired of these fuck niggas
You know you a bitch, bruh We all know you a bitch, bruh
Talk about it

Chattin ass nigga
That just be my gang, and you know that
I don't want no lil' blicky, I want four sticks
Tryna get a big-ass chopper, that's gon' blow shit

I want more shit, tryna tell them I'm in motion
Come get your bitch, she on some ho shit
Pass it to my mans, now she tryna fuck the whole clique
I be gettin' money, stayin' focused

Always chasin' money, I could never make a hoe rich
My chopper, got a kick, hit you in your shit and split your wig
Lil' nigga tryna tussle, crack him in his shit and split his lip
How you talkin' shit up on the net, but see me and you ran

Beat up on your mans, I know y'all scared to try that shit again
I know this nigga mad, but fuck this bitch, that made lil' bro upset
His new bitch hit my phone when we first met, I know that made you sick
Ain't beefin' bout no rats, my mans told me you a fuckin' snitch

Niggas ass go missin, and if he speak up on my name again
I ain't dissin', but I ain't cappin', nigga
Said what's up, nigga? What's poppin', nigga? What's brackin', nigga
Said that nigga ain't my son, we kidnappin', niggas

My blicky gave away the pistol, clappin', niggas
My young niggas dumb and they really with it
They talkin' bout drills online, and they really did it
I can get a nigga done and they won't know I did it

Shisety, gloves, and ones, tell that man don't leave a witness
Gang owe me favors, so I know he'll go the distance
Shorty said I'm her favorite, so I know she'll suck it different
Hit her so good, she gave her social when I finished

Tell her put it in her bag, no question, shorty with it
I could get you lined, what the fuck, I look like dissin
We puttin' parts together, they can't trace it when we blitzin
This ghost gun not from power, but the G-lock still be kickin

I could give a ted talk how to make a man go missin
Menace got me on that shit again, niggas talkin' like they with it
But I'm not, feelin' them, niggas actin' niggas
Let the 45 deal with them, call me Michael Jordan

Cause I'm cold, it's killin' them, yeah, it's killin' them
I don't gotta say no names, I say bars and they feelin' them
Three times three in a four-by-four, bumpin', tupac hit him up
Our new favorite song, who shot you? Yeah, we sick as fuck

We sick as fuck