Talkin' My Shit Lyrics

Who you know chalk it like this?

I'm just talkin' my shit

War, fight with my wits

The norm is like this

I use thoughts to write hits

Awful size fits

All I strike shit

Vice grip on the mic, it's Hawkeye

Fit for sore eyes

Lit for sure lines

Raw, of course, Fall Guys

I'm forthright

Once you hear this, you're gonna bite

Alright

Saw that, Foresight

Four-eyed, horns, spikes

All assort like

Jordan 4s or 5s

Fit drip, it's all fire

Chance The Rapper, I could do this shit

All night

Whore might ride

Game cold, coleslaw side

J's on my feet

Like I'm walking on doobies

Short with a booty

'Course she a cutie

I hit it raw, she a groupie

I'm awful excuse me

Your daughter's amusing

And drawn to the music

Why's your bitch acting single?

I just have to mingle

Tryna get my chips like a stack of Pringles

I'm constantly dishing I pack a sink full

You're wack it's simple

That's a dismissal

Practice the technique

Rap you a deadbeat

Scrapping against me

Tapped in my pen leaks

Fractions, I'm severing

Crap shit, I'm deadly

Dash your bars I'm owed for

You swept me

When I'm speaking sounds

I'm leaps and bounds

My feet don't leave the ground

On heat, my speech is foul

Creeping out my jeans a secret pal

Call your B, see if she down

She say she need it now

Elite profound freak, she wow me

Every time she in town

Her skin the deepest brown

On fleek her brows

Her jeans I browse

Me aroused

She sit down

Her seat my mouth

Fuck, I'm freaking out!

Who you know that could chalk like this?

I'm just talkin' my shit

Raw with my spit

Boom-Bap flavour

New-rap saviour

The course my life is riding

Who you know that could chalk like this?

I'm just talkin' my shit

Raw with my spit

Boom-Bap flavour

New-rap saviour

The course my life is riding