TALK2ME
(Execute all of them)
Uh, Uh, Uh
All this heat on my feet got me steppin' around like I'm walkin' in hell (huh)
Yeah, and these young niggas trim I'm paraplegic I walk with the metal (huh)
If I say it it's Tea watch a nigga just fuck around walk with a kettle
Fine shit in that mirror might dip out of here
and just talk to myself (huh)
Like Martha my dog know my money speak
I feel blue in this bitch like the money be
I'm the buzz around town like the honeybee
I been picking the fuck out this money tree
She just hop in and fuck like a bunny be
Dirty paper, I hate that my money reek
I done climbed the fuck up im the boss now
Even treadmills know nobody running me
I got the racks to get em
I put the racks to denim (uh)
Got no more cash to throw (uh)
Had to spin back to end em (uh)
She got some ass to throw (uh)
I had to catch then get on (uh)
I just went blocked ya hoe (yeah)
I act like it's accidental
I fuck around crash the rental (uh)
You fuck around catch the metal (yeah)
I'll go and ask the G (yeah)
Why can't you catch the memo
I'm not the type to settle (uh)
I got a type to meddle in (yeah)
I'm way too hype adrenaline (uh)
I'm on that bike no pedal in
The king, the great, I say it, it's law
The king, the great, I came, I saw
The bling, the Wraith, it's me, it's raw
The king, the great, I came, I saw
I blicked, your brain, it drained, your thoughts (it did)
I came, with blues, we spent, a lot (we did)
Your block, was cool, my block, was hot
Cause I, was up, and you, was not
I play with chops just how they play with a fiddle
Do not come around the gang you is brittle
Fuck and block her now she hate me a little
Pot of gold that's why I hang with the skittles
All I'm seein' is the opps on the left
All I'm seein' is the opps on the right
All i'm seein' round is opps everywhere
Me and gang gon' keep it tucked in the middle (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this heat on my feet got me steppin' around like I'm walkin' in hell (yeah)
And these young niggas trim im paraplegic i walk with the metal (uh)
If I say it its tea watch a nigga just fuck around walk with the kettle (uh)
Fine shit in that mirror might fuck outta here and go talk to myself, what's up?
Uh, Uh, Uh
All this heat on my feet got me steppin' around like I'm walkin' in hell (huh)
Yeah, and these young niggas trim I'm paraplegic I walk with the metal (huh)
If I say it it's Tea watch a nigga just fuck around walk with a kettle
Fine shit in that mirror might dip out of here
and just talk to myself (huh)
Like Martha my dog know my money speak
I feel blue in this bitch like the money be
I'm the buzz around town like the honeybee
I been picking the fuck out this money tree
She just hop in and fuck like a bunny be
Dirty paper, I hate that my money reek
I done climbed the fuck up im the boss now
Even treadmills know nobody running me
I got the racks to get em
I put the racks to denim (uh)
Got no more cash to throw (uh)
Had to spin back to end em (uh)
She got some ass to throw (uh)
I had to catch then get on (uh)
I just went blocked ya hoe (yeah)
I act like it's accidental
I fuck around crash the rental (uh)
You fuck around catch the metal (yeah)
I'll go and ask the G (yeah)
Why can't you catch the memo
I'm not the type to settle (uh)
I got a type to meddle in (yeah)
I'm way too hype adrenaline (uh)
I'm on that bike no pedal in
The king, the great, I say it, it's law
The king, the great, I came, I saw
The bling, the Wraith, it's me, it's raw
The king, the great, I came, I saw
I blicked, your brain, it drained, your thoughts (it did)
I came, with blues, we spent, a lot (we did)
Your block, was cool, my block, was hot
Cause I, was up, and you, was not
I play with chops just how they play with a fiddle
Do not come around the gang you is brittle
Fuck and block her now she hate me a little
Pot of gold that's why I hang with the skittles
All I'm seein' is the opps on the left
All I'm seein' is the opps on the right
All i'm seein' round is opps everywhere
Me and gang gon' keep it tucked in the middle (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this heat on my feet got me steppin' around like I'm walkin' in hell (yeah)
And these young niggas trim im paraplegic i walk with the metal (uh)
If I say it its tea watch a nigga just fuck around walk with the kettle (uh)
Fine shit in that mirror might fuck outta here and go talk to myself, what's up?
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Writer(s): Derran Cole
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