Talk About It

Is it real now?
Two people become one
Is it real now? (Ahh, grrah, grrah)
Two people become

Pop a thot, that's just how I get started
I been tweaking, I been feeling heartless
Spot an opp and start acting retarded
Shit get tact', put the dot on the target
And I'm not with the media shit
And that .44 be knocking, he slide through, we cheesing his whip
I could never believe me a bitch
I could never be slipping, bitch, I keep the heat by the hip (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Bro said he could see by the limp
I be fucking on hoes after hoes, they might think I'm a pimp
I just hope they don't think I'm a lick, Glocky'll hold like 2-3 in the clip
Spinning block after block tryna see if it's lit
Sending shot after shot, green beam won't miss
Niggas capping, but let's talk about it
Like that ratchet, I can't walk without it

Do a hit, brodie walk up on feet
He got blitzed tryna walk up on me
2 knock's, 2 goons tryna hawk us a G
I'm too sturdy when I'm off the drink
Oh she thirsty? Get low when she drink
Brodie thirsty, he don't even think
Said he snatching my chain, okay, that's what he think
Nigga dumb, better ask what he drink
Finger numb, I click fast how he blink
Beat it up, got her ass on the sink
Ran it up, hunnid racks in the bank
Throwback, I tote the mac in the mink
And I don't do the talking too much
Bro told me chill, I was tossing too much
I got knocked, I was toting too much
Feeling like Diddy, he was always too clutch
On a drill, I get in and I'm out
Spin again, take a trip to his house
He turned rat, got to picking 'em out
All Dior, I be dripping it out
He move wock then the stick coming out
Bullets they hit him, blood drip through his mouth
Ask about it, I get active like with or without it
Ask about it, get to curving a bitch if she childish
Get to blowing the shit, tryna down him
Niggas envy and shit but I'm 'bout it, got him pouting
She elite, I'm in love with her mouth
Too elite how I blitz, I be hunting him down
Shit a dream, now I'm running the down
I come straight from the hood, I was young and running 'em down

Pop a thot, that's just how I get started
I been tweaking, I been feeling heartless
Spot an opp and start acting retarded
Shit get tact', put the dot on the target
And I'm not with the media shit
And that .44 be knocking, he slide through, we cheesing his whip
I could never believe me a bitch
I could never be slipping, bitch, I keep the heat by the hip (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Bro said he could see by the limp
I be fucking on hoes after hoes, they might think I'm a pimp
I just hope they don't think I'm a lick, Glocky'll hold like 2-3 in the clip
Spinning block after block tryna see if it's lit
Sending shot after shot, green beam won't miss
Niggas capping, but let's talk about it
Like that ratchet, I can't walk without it

Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Ahh, grrah, grrah