B.I.G TALK (feat. Martin-EZ & JayRome)
Grinding getting money bitch I'm all about the paper
Flow a deadly weapon like a strike from vader
Killin every beat and no body gon save'em
Control these hoes run game like sega
I know they hate when they see a brown neighbor
Ain't shit sweet no sugar no favors
Grab my gold smoke purp like lakers
My brother got the fire what you need which flavor
Rhymes cut deep lemon juice and razors
No bar like vaders saber
My raza working hard we ain't taking no pay cut
And when the vatos work together oh for sure they gon hate us
Only moving forward and I'm tryna get laced up
That wheel get dropped then the trunk get raised up
Them boppas gon flock sweatin off they make up
We never going no where ain't no way gon take us
Jayrome bitch and I'm back with a classic
Smokin so much that I'm feelin asthmatic
Murdering da beat and i ain't even have to practice
Just straight verse i ain't gotta put the ad lib
Flow stay sharper than a point on a cactus
Anyone who wanna try it come and take a stab at it
Go head lil man lemme see if u can grab it
All i do is penetrate beats and cause damage
Going dumb diddy dumb when hear the kick drum
808 beats high hats and the keys
And if you don't like it then i don't give a fuck
Cause this ain't therapy for u its for me
Been doin this since a young wipper snapper
And stay higher than a rocket ship leaving Nasa
Elevating to the next levels of my rap bra
Try see if any you motherfuckers can catch up now
Cause i don't think u can
Been shootin shit down like Yosemite Sam
I've been blowin on a spliff by the grimady gram
I've been felling like the devils testing who i am
But I'm build for that so he ain't gonna win
Since day one i been genuine
I just blow'em off like smoke in da wind
And ima keep it pushin like bun
Shorty giving neck while im swanging in the wipe
Got the tech on my side for the ops who wanna try
I see fake in your eyes and a heart full of lies
I'm smellin that hate thats cooking inside
But we grillin outside with our gold mouth
MG pull that dro out
I'm from the trench that three six but im heavan sent
Getting my feet clence and my dicked sucked
This a freight train im big tuck
I'm undeci on which hoe tonight
But its looking like a buffet tonight
My god ugh
Don't repeat my name
Cause ill be out my tomb like beetlejuice
On sight ugh
Got ivan ooz
While on the moon breaking physics rules
All night ugh
I got ya ear like i took a bit
Cause im mike tys with these punch lines bitch
Flow a deadly weapon like a strike from vader
Killin every beat and no body gon save'em
Control these hoes run game like sega
I know they hate when they see a brown neighbor
Ain't shit sweet no sugar no favors
Grab my gold smoke purp like lakers
My brother got the fire what you need which flavor
Rhymes cut deep lemon juice and razors
No bar like vaders saber
My raza working hard we ain't taking no pay cut
And when the vatos work together oh for sure they gon hate us
Only moving forward and I'm tryna get laced up
That wheel get dropped then the trunk get raised up
Them boppas gon flock sweatin off they make up
We never going no where ain't no way gon take us
Jayrome bitch and I'm back with a classic
Smokin so much that I'm feelin asthmatic
Murdering da beat and i ain't even have to practice
Just straight verse i ain't gotta put the ad lib
Flow stay sharper than a point on a cactus
Anyone who wanna try it come and take a stab at it
Go head lil man lemme see if u can grab it
All i do is penetrate beats and cause damage
Going dumb diddy dumb when hear the kick drum
808 beats high hats and the keys
And if you don't like it then i don't give a fuck
Cause this ain't therapy for u its for me
Been doin this since a young wipper snapper
And stay higher than a rocket ship leaving Nasa
Elevating to the next levels of my rap bra
Try see if any you motherfuckers can catch up now
Cause i don't think u can
Been shootin shit down like Yosemite Sam
I've been blowin on a spliff by the grimady gram
I've been felling like the devils testing who i am
But I'm build for that so he ain't gonna win
Since day one i been genuine
I just blow'em off like smoke in da wind
And ima keep it pushin like bun
Shorty giving neck while im swanging in the wipe
Got the tech on my side for the ops who wanna try
I see fake in your eyes and a heart full of lies
I'm smellin that hate thats cooking inside
But we grillin outside with our gold mouth
MG pull that dro out
I'm from the trench that three six but im heavan sent
Getting my feet clence and my dicked sucked
This a freight train im big tuck
I'm undeci on which hoe tonight
But its looking like a buffet tonight
My god ugh
Don't repeat my name
Cause ill be out my tomb like beetlejuice
On sight ugh
Got ivan ooz
While on the moon breaking physics rules
All night ugh
I got ya ear like i took a bit
Cause im mike tys with these punch lines bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Martinez, Alex Regino, Jeremy Salinas
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