Shit Talking ft. 417 kthree Lyrics

Yeah, what's up 3? Long live Melo long live Jon, let's go

E, if them boys come put it in sports mode

Bitch, I'm aiming at your head, I ain't looking for the torso

Every nigga on my team gon' shoot like at sport zone

Bro, pulled up in the charger, with bout four hoes

Why niggas wanna beef with us like we ain't been up

I ain't finna argue about no bitch that out of been fucked

Niggas falling out with they homies about ten bucks

Shots get to dumping, niggas get to running when that led bust

Ay, man, you niggas broke than a bitch

Only time I'm ever shaking if I'm holding a switch

I thought you was gang gang, how the fuck you getting hoed by a bitch

Var got a big ass chop, with some tits on it

The stove ain't have no motion, I threw a brick on it

Why niggas try to send they lil' bro like I ain't big homie

Hold on, let me call lil' bro so he can get on him

And the opp said I was broke, so you know I had the shit on it

And I got the drop, but ain't nobody home, so I go sit on it

Ay, bitch, this that shit talk

They show respect when I come around, cause I'm they big dog

And yo' bitch told me I got a third leg like my dick walk

Fergs walked up in this bitch with a Draco, cause he pissed off

We gon' send you straight up to yo' mans, get ready for lift off

Fully auto on the back, blrrrrd, that's that switch talk

Bro in the field tryna hit something, let's have a blitz off

It's been three summers since he got killed, I bet y'all miss dog

Man, aye, what's up, three? Tell me what these niggas really on

He was tweaking, in that school, so you know we had to send him home

Yo' bitch wanna fuck me cause I rap, but my benjis long

I can shit on a nigga on his own birthday with some fendi on

Why the fuck you got a box on the back if y'all semi on

I just lost a perk up in the crib and now I'm mad as hell

I don't wanna hit that lil' bitch, she got a aftersmell

Do a deep stupid ass just like Ricky, we gon' tag his tail

I don't even wanna rap no more, I got a bag for sale

Put it in a package and wrapped it up cause the bag was stale

Big bro just walked in, with some ice on

She cute up in the face, so I hit her with the lights on

Tryna be like me, niggas get robbed for having mikes on

Aye free the guys nigga, let me in this bitch real quick gang

Gang gang gang

Alright

I got 50 cuz got 50 let's go slide then Heard your bitch, she really got that water I'm finna dive in

If var tell me to shoot, you catching two nigga, we tied in

Sign a nigga out, that's what he get for tryna sign in

Run up in his crib, boy run that blick and give that bread up

Don't bring my guys around your bitch, she might just give the head up

Gotta chill out, I be tryna kill a nigga when I'm fed up

If I can hit that bitch, then I know she gon' let Tez fuck

417 bitch, we a family, not a group

Light skin, pretty hair, I ain't gon' lie, she kinda cute

Who is you

Run up on me wrong, bitch, you gon' make the news

Only time he look like money is when we put him in a suit

Me and my niggas, we don't talk too much

That boy ain't got no whip, talking bout slide, you niggas walk too much

I be trippin' out in public like my mama, she ain't taught me none

Hoe ass nigga Ian gone say it again

Long live Melo, nigga, long live QC

Hoe ass niggas, broke ass niggas

Free gang, nigga

Bitch