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Accidental Shit Talking 2

 

Accidental Shit Talking 2

(album: Accidental Shit Talkin - 2020)


(313 Mafia)
Alright
Shit
(Trapboy3k)
Accidental shit talking
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)

Niggas tryna act like me, buying cut drank
Girly got too much ass, I know her butt stink
Was finna shoot, then handed off the rock, that's a pumpfake
Buckshots, bet if the Glock miss his ass, the pump ain't
I got the bags from LB, but the Runtz fake
I count the cash and D-I-P, bro, I couldn't stay
I might stay in Cali when I go re-up, I bought a one-way
Deebo, snatch his necklace, then be like, "What chain?"
Cup dirty, got up early and put up thirty
I'ma keep a 40 on me like a drunk person
Dogshit, I been counting twenties up since 1:30
You got two flip phones but only one working
Found out a nigga hit my bitch and I'm not mad
The Runtz bag say Jokes Up, but I will not laugh
Percocets got my nuts itching, I ain't got crabs
Bought a Sprite, then drunk the lean straight, now my pop mad
Just broke an M30 in half and let Louie take it
My bitch ass and titties fake, but her Gucci ain't
Been busting in the bitch a week straight, now her coochie stank
She wanna fuck, but keep talking 'bout my music, she a groupie, ain't she?
Bet if I ain't have a million views, she wouldn't let me hit it
Without my drugs, I'm only fucking for seven minutes
Baby Ghost'll knock your noodles back if I recommend it
But if I give him ten racks, it'll get detrimental
My shooter signed up for unemployment and bought seven Smittys
Bitch, I been winning for a while, I'm on level sixty
Independent, making bands off rap, ain't a better feeling
Riding 'round with K's out on bond not the best decision
But it's that or let a pussy nigga catch me slipping
If you look up shit talking, I'm the definition
Come get a half a zip of soft for eleven-fifty
Two standard clips, a thirty round, and an extra fifty
With this Ghetto Boyz shit, I'm the ambassador
Come to us looking for smoke, you gon' catch cancer
Two RPs and a honey pack, I'ma rim-shake
Was tryna run a ten up, made fifteen, then I ran faster

Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck going on
Accidental shit talking, nigga, yeah
That shit was on accident

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