Talk My Ish Lyrics

Let the 808 hit you, make your head nod (Head nod)

Telling shorty at the bar, look it's bed time (Bed time)

Not a apple but I'm tryna see your head bob (Head bob)

Thirty minutes, I ain't got a lotta spare time

Rushing to the gate, Twenty late for my air time

First class ticket in my pocket

She said where mines? (Where mines?)

Pointed to the clerk, told her it's on their dime (Their dime)

And I'll be praying that you make it to the air Gods (Air Gods)

And while you pack, run this back in your AirPods (Run it back)

Ain't tryna diss you or brag (Diss you or brag)

Ain't got the time to give a fuck

I gotta get to a bag (Get to a bag)

I'm out here, chasing this money

Gotta get to it fast (Get to it fast)

And on that note, if you broke

Gotta get you a cast

I'll sign it, get better and get cheddar and if ever (Yup)

You slip, whether you hit never or just met her (Facts)

Just quit, if she forget, let her, it'll get better (Yeah)

The hip spreader, when Chris get her, she get wetter (Ha!)

Fourteen carats and it's rose gold (Rose gold)

Rock a Cuban link and a mink, I'm a old soul (Old soul)

I can give a wink, 'fore you blink you in a choke hold (Choke Hold)

Nigga what you think, smell your stink, like a nose hole

You on the brink of extinct, while you grows old (Grows old)

I be sipping drinks, at the Linc, or the Rose Bowl

Fifty yard line, I'm in it (I'm in)

You be dying to win it (You lose)

I'm in the end zone, you be at the line of scrimmage

Ha!

You won't find a nigga better

I'm the best yet, ready 'fore you get set (Get set)

She was tryna sex, told her steady boo we just met (Just met)

I called her man, told him dead her 'fore she get wet

She be begging me to kill that pussy, it's a death threat

Best bet, take the L and sit back (Yup)

It's a wrap, gon' have to miss that (Facts)

I'll holla at you when I get back (Bye)

Where Chris at? Maybe Macau

Head in the clouds, I'm allowed to be wild

And I vow to remain fresher than a tic tac (Yes)

Ooo, when I flex on 'em

The stress on 'em will press on 'em

Maybe too much, y'all better check on 'em (Y'all better check on 'em)

That's because I take what I want, and leave the rest for 'em

Leave 'em sick, hurlin', they girlin'

Like they got breast on 'em (Hahaha)

That's on them

Ain't my problem to solve (Nope)

Shouldn't have got 'em involved (Nope)

Should've told you that I'm a problem for y'all (Problem for y'all)

Tylenol, for your headache

Just take two of 'em

They'll call the coroner when I'm through with 'em

Zip 'em up (Zip 'em up)

And I'm gone without a trace

I out pace (Out pace)

Niggas clout chase

Then turn on you like about face (Like about face)

That's why I trust nobody, this ain't about faith (Not about faith)

Spill it, tell me in black or white

Not talkin' bout race

I out race when it come down to chasing a bag (chasing a bag)

Niggas out of place, see they face

I be making 'em mad (Making 'em mad)

They wanting first

But they move like the runner up (Nah)

Then wonder what happened

It's over nigga

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