Talkn' Sht Lyrics

Shit on god hoe

Like what you on though

Shout out gang though

Just like a baseball game we're rolling up right to the eight

You got that box in the mail that's a hundred dollar play

Just took a picture of my meal that's a hundred dollar plate

We getting spotted up by 12 go to the alley switch the plates

I caught him like a fishing rod and yo dumb ass was the bait

Bitch I'm right every time I ain't need no debate

Bitch we walked into the party and we asking where the bumps at

Bad lil hoe short as fuck yeah I could bump that

Staying isolated I'm just trying to get my bag right

Diamonds dance like ballerina I don't need no flashlight

Brother Face Timing me oh he got a Benz aye

Big big shit talker I be swerving in the fast lane

I don't fuck with bitches cause them hoes gone get me trapped man

He trying to give me money got him thinking I'm the trap man

Past midnight hoe tell me to come over

Dumb ass bitch yeah I know that shit is set up

You gone fall off in two years yeah that's something I wanna bet on

You always struggling in life but I'm gone tell you keep your head up

Bitch give it motherfucking dome like a lair

They gone say that that's gwaupisaac but bitch I'm the thot slayer

Boy I know your ass a snake cutting through you like some paper

That bitch said that I give her goosebumps

I ain't know I was a razor

I ain't from Arkansas but I'll ball just like a razor back

Jugged your ass in school and now you can't get your eraser back

About a bitch and about a bag hoe I can't sit down and chat

Always on my feet like an Olympian I'm running

The reason I got out is be to tell your bitch ass I run it

Okay you thinking bout a diss let me tell you boy you shouldn't

Told me he missing a red key don't look at me bitch I ain't took it

See me at a show that bitch started creaming like some fucking fettuccine

Cheifing up the gas I just filled the bowl and I'ma clean it

Hoe I'm wiping off the surface I ain't talking bout a Kleenex

Punch God punch God I'm punching bitch I got a reflex

That bitch said she look like Ken Carson she don't look like Teen X

Bitch be all up in my fucking comments know she wanna beat it

Pussy in my messages you know that I will leave you bleeding

She told me that she needed me I told that bitch that I don't need it

Call me clean as fuck looking like my water came from Fiji

Police wet him up on the body count you don't believe me

Oh you want get in the rap game just know this shit ain't easy

Taking deep ass muddy steps like we in the jungle

200 for them clothes you know that I ain't need a bundle

Catch me and gang blowing up like we on the space shuttle

I don't want a conversation if that shit ain't bout a hundred

Motherfucker smiling hard bitch ain't shit funny

Why don't your ass wanna scratch one on one boy you a dummy

You a gay ass hoe all your friends gone get to jumping

I see 12 I stop clutching I see 12 I get a tucking

Thinking this shit sweet bitch I don't owe nothing