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No Talking

 

No Talking

(álbum: Paint The City (Gangsta Grillz) - 2022)


(You recording, Smerf?)

Rolex stones and that brand new presi' out the box
They been talking crazy, we went heavy on the chops
Kicked his ass up out the TV room, that nigga hot
We don't play that shit in 039, get ran off top
Don't book me for a show if I can't come in with the Glock
I got money stashed away that's so old, that shit might rot
She gon' overlook my problems, I spent eighty on this watch
I divorced my baby bottle, I went crazy sipping Wock'
Rumors I can't come back to the hood, I dropped the top
Nigga touch a hair on me and something get dropped, I kid you not
Pull up to Ace of Spade, get ten thousand ones and hand 'em out
(Just touched down, we ain't shopping, we came to buy 'em all)

Wrist a hundred, I ain't really doing no talking (Nothin')
Six cars, nigga, for all the days I was walking
Pull up to the club back to back, coupes back to back
Fall in the bar and rain 'em out the club, let's go rack for rack (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas fronting, they ain't really doing no balling (For real)
The way we be around oranges, think we know Spalding
That ice came off Ice, you think he fucking with us? Good night
The pints going for a cheaper price, so we took flight (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, Richie on me dancing, this a one-in-one
Put my youngins on, rich as fuck, yeah, bitch, I run the slums
I put Micky on some shit and I put Drum on some
Icy than a bitch, water flooded, I need plumbing done
Drop a bag on 'em, niggas thirsty, I can't call it off
He ain't pay that tab, Chuckie cut them niggas' water off
Yeah, or he take his chain, Debo stall 'em off
Really out here hustling, you just cop 'cause you know all the law
Every piece they had in Hutch, yeah, bitch, I bought 'em all
From buying real estate, rap, and merch, I'm having all in all
You need to pick your homies up, them niggas falling off
Code talk, told the plug I'm whipping, I just fought a dog

Wrist a hundred, I ain't really doing no talking (Nothin')
Six cars, nigga, for all the days I was walking
Pull up to the club back to back, coupes back to back
Fall in the bar and rain 'em out the club, let's go rack for rack (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas fronting, they ain't really doing no balling (For real)
The way we be around oranges, think we know Spalding
That ice came off Ice, you think he fucking with us? Good night
The pints going for a cheaper price, so we took flight (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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