All Talk Lyrics

Yeah, he barkin' like a dog, but his ass don't wanna fight

Yeah, they thinkin' that we barbers, cause this tape gon' line him right

Yes, I put it on her face, can't have no kids, yeah, not tonight

Yeah, she talk down on a jit, put on a wig, bitch, we could fight

In this, Glock came with a switch, put on a dick and you gon' die

Yeah, you fightin' for your life, yeah, just give up, cause you gon' die

Ima' put his soul up in the clouds, cause he like to be high

Yes, I'm shootin' shots I never miss, just like its June im flight

Yeah, my cousin call me special, way I'm gettin' all these hoes

Yeah, she think that I'ma breathalyzer, way that she gon' blow

Yeah, the gang, they know just what they know, that's why they never told

Need a bitch that cook me dinner and a bitch that fold my clothes

Yeah, he tryna rap like me, but he can't do it, his ass stuntin

Yeah, you claimin' that you bout it, you ain't shootin, yeah, you runnin

And my brothers, they on go, just like its COD, we gon' be gunnin

And I got my ski mask on, just for my problems, I'm a slump em'

Don't ask me what I'm doin', cause I'm always up to somethin

And you know this beat, it's hard the 808, kickin' its thumpin

Yeah, she always tryna fuck, but I don't fuck cause that bitch ugly

And she takin' her clothes off, but that bitch think she smell like onions

Throw your mask on, bitch, we creepin' through the cut

Yes, I know he is not like that, he don't know what is up

After one round, he is done, bitch, I don't een fuck, I bust

If we miss the shots, you know that we is spinnin', hit him with the truck

Put a hole up in his head, just like he was a Cheerio

Why she come around, that bitch ain't wan fuck a year ago

You ain't heard my name, bitch, go look it up on Siri, ho

I ain't buyin', you designer, pass up the amiri, sto

Gassin' up your brothers, you gon' die for all that cheerin', ho

I'm a smooth talker, yeah, she likin' what she hearin', ho

Don't be stalkin' on my IG, I can peep you peerin', ho

You claim you got a gang that back you up, that block we clearin', ho

Chattin' in your songs, yeah, your ass was on some BS

Flexin' your lil' car, it's gettin' flipped just like a DS

Yeah we doing anything up in this park like recess

Sent his ass to God, yeah, I told his ass to be blessed

Killed his ass, cause he was lookin' wrong

Now his sister sayin', yeah, y'all did my brother wrong

Put his ass up in the pack, fuck with your lil' brother on

She givin' tips straight to the feds, fuck with your bitch mother on

Thought y'all was locked in, but in my crib, she was in the thong

Yeah, yall ass is crazy, yeah, yall ass is killin' bout a bitch

Put a spell on him to die tomorrow like a fuckin' witch

Never finna fuck with these broke hoes when I am up and rich

I ain't text her back in two days, now she playin' hard to get

You can't even peep me through this window, this bitch 5