Talk My Shit

(albüm: Just Because - 2016)

Alwoo made this beat
Yeahh (Yeahh) Fuck it (Fuck it)
Let's get it, aye

Fuck a record deal, bitch I'm on the block like Shaq O'Neal
If they ain't talkin M's I'm back on chill
Tryna eat off me the toy will put 'em in a box like a happy meal
I'm strapped for real, threw the buffs on and start catching chills
They falling off like Jack and Jill, chasing after [?] like track and field, shit I'd rather stack some meals baby
I keep a roll on standby, [?] on standby, its all game until your whole fam' die
Bitch I don't want no dance hoe, bring me some lamb chops
Note to 40 guess he wanted problems, I guess not
I shoot like its black ops, I'm cool like a black cop
A nigga gettin green, bitch I'm an Xbox
Cash Kidd, I'm back now and I'm here to stay
From here to day, and the bitches gon' hear me play
Got diamonds in my carties, my bitch look like a barbie
My funeral is gon' be party, where is keen at play
Black Friday while y'all was shopping for clothes, I was shopping for guns, bought two chops for the low
The one outside of the store, knock the top of his globe
Put that heat to his shirt like he was drying his clothes
Rip Jeff free Tone, that's what my mothafucking shirt say
For the cake I'll blow you on yo' mothafucking birthday
Somebody girlfriend made me her man crush Monday, 3 days later she was my throwback Thursday
Oh now these niggas tough cause they got guns
Where yo' ass was at back in the day when it was 1s
Where yo' ass was at when I had to hop out on hot shit
Where yo' ass was at like a white bitch, I'm laughing
These niggas I've never seen talking about it's on site with me
Big ass .40 who gon' fight with me
Any nigga will get blew, like a rice krispie
Jump out killing everybody, this Vice City
Fuck it, like the blunt I'm 'bout to catch amnesia
In my zone, on my toes, like a ballerina
Hit the club flexing hard, I got racks like Venus
I throw dough in the air like I'm making pizza
Compare me to who, this is not a discussion
I'm grinding, I'm hustling, bitch I ain't got no time to be cuddling
Sick in the head, need a mothafucking doctor or something
Shoutout to everybody switched up like my time wasn't coming (How you feel?)
Watch yo' mouth, cause I'll kill for a bust
Shit we can go 'round and 'round like the wheels on a bus
Netflix chill with a slut, dick in her guts
Then text her nigga from here phone like when you picking her up?
Alright baby, It's time to talk my shit, let me shit talk
Feeling like Clifford, I'm a big dog
Yeah, on point like Chris Paul
More toys 'round me than Ms. Claus
Strapped, bitch straps make a bitch pause
Yeah, all these bands get my dick hard
Yeah, you is a bitch for a bridge card, then hit her with the stiff arm
Who is these new niggas, we don't fuck with you nigga
Find out where you living and pay you a rude visit
I am a rude nigga, these bitches love that
Tell them to free Tone, I need my cause back
Walk in the club fresh, she like where my hug at
I'm in the club strapped, I do not trust rats
Fuck that, I had to go and get to the cheese
Why stress over a rat bitch that's stiff in the weave
See my niggas couldn't decide who's dick she could eat
Niggas playing both sides better pick you a team
Whole crew full of dogs, had to get rid of the fleas
Took a break from rapping, I'm getting chicken atleast
Cash Kidd from the east, all your E's up
Six mile in this bitch, throw your 3's up
Hot as hell, feeling like I can't be tough
It's crazy how a heater will make 'em freeze up
Upload a picture with bands, like baby team us
Free Tone, RIP Jeff, RIP Etha
Was down for a minute, now we up
Still fucking niggas moms on Jesus