TALK SHIT

(アルバム： LIL DARKIE CLASSICS - 2019)

(Th-th-this is a certified hood classic)
Talk shit, talk shit
Ay, ay
(Yuh)

Talk shit, talk shit
Talk shit, talk shit
Talk shit, talk shit
Talk shit, talk shit

Talk shit, I'm assuming that they do, yeah
Cause we thumping on they music and they crew, yeah
Got the choppa on my arm I let it poo, yeah
She a talker when I cock her then she move, yeah
Pussy niggas chattin rat a tattin none of late
Double barrel with the split trigger hit yo face (fff)
Rip your shit apart I go retarded with the blade (uh)
Speaking like a kid I might go rid you of your name
Do do, do do, do do
I'll shoot you, do do, talking, poo poo, vile, choo choo, do do
Talk shit talk shit talk shit, to me
I might pull up with the donkey let it kick to me
I'ma honkey in a tractor with a dick uzi
Got along keep to your house call it a big zuky

Talk shit, talk shit (you wanna see me do it again?), talk shit, yuh
Talk shit talk shit talk shit (I'm gonna do it again) yuh, talk shit talk sh... (one more time, just one) talk shit
Yuh (just one more time) talk shit talk shit yuh (ay) talk shit (ay) talk shit talk shit talk shit talk shit

Pistol whipping, quarter gripping, border hopping, cop dodging, drop tops fucka oppa
Out the garage Taj Mahal kill em' all wolf gang like ripped a kidney
Now we flipping taking trips and hitting licks sips that might kill your kidneys
Fuck Obama, fuck Osama attitude rat a dude like who you niggas is
Fuck your racks and fuck your diamonds I'll be mining silver lining, staring businesses
Grip the .9 like all the time, it slip your mind you slip in fat, see you later
I'm the one the fallen son and I have come from outer space to leave a crater
Fallen son like I'm the night you wanna fight I bring the right to you left
Hit ya chest you don't impress you not the best waste of breath are you deaf
Why you capping tried snitching clout sucking no fucks and no talent
Hi I'm rapping sound like crap think I slap bitch something out of balance
Bitch something out of balance, bitch are you out your mind?
Why you barking at me when you know I'm gassing
Got a .9 and shit in brass
And attention on the acid
Cockin in a flask
[?]
I am what happens when [?]
[?]
If you want some rhymes [?] I'm taxing you
Imma hit you spine and tell your mind to start relaxing you

Talk shit, talk shit, yuh
(Wow, that was kinda good, uh, I know I only said I was gonna do it one more time
I really wanna do it one more time, just one more time, this is actually the last time)
3!
2!
1!

Talking shit, talking shit
Talking shit, talking shit
Uh
I'ma channel energy to bury my enemies
I'll be sending these readly
Anything that's ahead of me
I be, livin like I was a paradox
Pair of socks, each one of em got a pair of rock
Lively, spit like a pair of glocks
I'ma send shots now he look like a pair of crocks
Humena humena, on the fungus 'n want in a
Get a bag and I run up into the sun and I'm commin
I'ma sun of a gun, I wanna be like my papa
I'm bringing heat like a choppa
I'm cookin bacon like coppers
I'm really shaking that copper
I'm talking shit with the yopper now
Why you lying on me
Thinking it get you a lot of clout
I don't take kindly to niggas without a brain
Get out my lane slime you a nigga without a route
Find me a nigga who got nothing to front about
I got a trigger who ain't jamming or running out
Cry me nigga wit a emma like de te de
I still lick CD romers and DVD's
Talk shit, talk shit, yuh (talk that shit do)
Talk shit (flip that brick foo) talk shit (smoke that zip too)
Talk shit, talk shit, yuh
Talk shit, talk shit, yuh
Talk shit, talk shit talk shit, yuh