Talkin $hit (feat. Frosty)
If you're my friend you just can't be a pussy
Well I had a heart attack
Get the fuck up, the fuck's wrong with you?
Go to the hospital later, have a drink.
Cigarette, cup o' coffee, get back in the game
Fuck havin heart attacks near me, you little pussy
See, none of my friends would even have those kind of problems because I don't roll with fuckin little bitches
But if you're some dude I don't know, and you need CPR
And everyone's looking at me "WHO KNOWS CPR?!"
Well me
"HELP HIM!"
No
"Why?"
Cuz I ain't gay, fuck I don't know him
We just blew a whole rack, but we gonna get it back
I don't care about love, I just care to make it stack
But I'm still gon' get it in, baby lookin like a snack
I was really born to win, I'm just waiting on the plaques
Fuck it, now I'm done waitin cuz it's really time to go
They'll be actin like your friends, and be hatin on the low
Say they really gonna ride, but they never been a bro
Crazy how a grown man can act so much like a hoe
So much like a hoe, that I really don't get it
He gon' learn today if he think I ain't wit it
Howie really know the game so you know I'm gon' spit it
Betta learn to use ya brain or else Howie might split it
Don't wanna make me mad when I'm sippin on the wok
They know that I'm bout it just from seeing how I walk
Bet the real gon' recognize everytime that Howie talk
While you workin' 9-5, we been workin' round the clock
Now they gettin' upset cuz we gettin' to the bag
Was really down bad, makin' riches out a rag
The way we moving round, you would think we playing tag
Howie spread by word of mouth, guess I'm something like the plague
Guess I'm somethin' like the plague, how I make em' all sick
We got any kind of high, go ahead and take your pick
If you really wanna die, then just view me as a lick
Howie really that guy, and I love bein' a prick
I ask why, do they even try?
Must not know, Howie that guy
I can pull your bitch I ain't even gotta lie
Best leave me alone, Howie ain't afraid to die
Double back, when we pulled away I heard him run his mouth
We gon' send him where there really ain't no way of getting out
Don't think he thought Channel 5 would be where he would get his clout
Had to teach his ass a lesson didn't know what we about
We like making money so just stay up out our way
Nothing's really off the table just depends on how it pay
I'm gon' keep wishing the best for my opps when I pray
I can really never rest, I'ma stop when I lay
Never stopping til I lay
I just popped a percocet and now I'm on my way
To the top
Monclair, gotta drip, never lookin' at the cost
Ice on my wrist so they know that I'ma Frost
Looking lost, but I'm popping another pill
I'll be droppin' real soon cuz I'm wanting another mil
In my feels, so I smoke marijuana to stay chill
That ain't really healthy is it... Fuck
Made a mistake, but it shows that I'm trying
Upping the stakes so you know I'm that guy
Looking for snakes cuz they know how to hide
Ignoring the hate cuz they making up lies
Gotta keep making up lies, they aint ever known the truth
We gon' fill the room with clouds, me and Frosty in the booth
I can see right through the snake like I'm some kind of a sleuth
Always hit it out the park, now I feel like Babe Ruth
I'm gon' talk my shit, don't care if you fuck with it (I swear I don't)
Story's already writ, you better not forget it (You better not)
Well I had a heart attack
Get the fuck up, the fuck's wrong with you?
Go to the hospital later, have a drink.
Cigarette, cup o' coffee, get back in the game
Fuck havin heart attacks near me, you little pussy
See, none of my friends would even have those kind of problems because I don't roll with fuckin little bitches
But if you're some dude I don't know, and you need CPR
And everyone's looking at me "WHO KNOWS CPR?!"
Well me
"HELP HIM!"
No
"Why?"
Cuz I ain't gay, fuck I don't know him
We just blew a whole rack, but we gonna get it back
I don't care about love, I just care to make it stack
But I'm still gon' get it in, baby lookin like a snack
I was really born to win, I'm just waiting on the plaques
Fuck it, now I'm done waitin cuz it's really time to go
They'll be actin like your friends, and be hatin on the low
Say they really gonna ride, but they never been a bro
Crazy how a grown man can act so much like a hoe
So much like a hoe, that I really don't get it
He gon' learn today if he think I ain't wit it
Howie really know the game so you know I'm gon' spit it
Betta learn to use ya brain or else Howie might split it
Don't wanna make me mad when I'm sippin on the wok
They know that I'm bout it just from seeing how I walk
Bet the real gon' recognize everytime that Howie talk
While you workin' 9-5, we been workin' round the clock
Now they gettin' upset cuz we gettin' to the bag
Was really down bad, makin' riches out a rag
The way we moving round, you would think we playing tag
Howie spread by word of mouth, guess I'm something like the plague
Guess I'm somethin' like the plague, how I make em' all sick
We got any kind of high, go ahead and take your pick
If you really wanna die, then just view me as a lick
Howie really that guy, and I love bein' a prick
I ask why, do they even try?
Must not know, Howie that guy
I can pull your bitch I ain't even gotta lie
Best leave me alone, Howie ain't afraid to die
Double back, when we pulled away I heard him run his mouth
We gon' send him where there really ain't no way of getting out
Don't think he thought Channel 5 would be where he would get his clout
Had to teach his ass a lesson didn't know what we about
We like making money so just stay up out our way
Nothing's really off the table just depends on how it pay
I'm gon' keep wishing the best for my opps when I pray
I can really never rest, I'ma stop when I lay
Never stopping til I lay
I just popped a percocet and now I'm on my way
To the top
Monclair, gotta drip, never lookin' at the cost
Ice on my wrist so they know that I'ma Frost
Looking lost, but I'm popping another pill
I'll be droppin' real soon cuz I'm wanting another mil
In my feels, so I smoke marijuana to stay chill
That ain't really healthy is it... Fuck
Made a mistake, but it shows that I'm trying
Upping the stakes so you know I'm that guy
Looking for snakes cuz they know how to hide
Ignoring the hate cuz they making up lies
Gotta keep making up lies, they aint ever known the truth
We gon' fill the room with clouds, me and Frosty in the booth
I can see right through the snake like I'm some kind of a sleuth
Always hit it out the park, now I feel like Babe Ruth
I'm gon' talk my shit, don't care if you fuck with it (I swear I don't)
Story's already writ, you better not forget it (You better not)
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Writer(s): Zach Howard
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