Talkin' (2023 Remaster) Lyrics

Yeah, they talkin' about

Fuck what they talkin' about

They runnin' they mouth

Fuck it, they runnin' they mouth

I fuck on your bitch cause I think she a thot

She give me brain now she topping the squad

I try to give it everything I got

Motherfuckers really think I'm god

Let's turn it up a fucking notch

Nowhere to piss, man, I need me a pot

I got me some bitches, they call for the rocks

And everyone bitching, get off of my cock

They playing, they trading like working with stocks

Yeah, they working with stocks, so that's facts

Mind is sinking like Rose and Jack

So I unpack all the shit I unlatch

I dealt with the stress off the bat now she staying attached

So how did I end up with that?

Cut it off fast, she just don't know how to act

So I'm dead on the noose, she off of the goose

Got nothing to lose, they coming in groups

And leaving in days, I'm feeling betrayed

Yet feeling amazed that I broke out the cage

So life a book, I'm reading page to page

Feelings the same with all of this rage

The impact, call dispatch

Had to risk that, get your bitch smacked

Yeah, they talkin' about

Fuck what they talkin' about

They runnin' they mouth

Fuck it, they runnin' they mouth

I fuck on your bitch cause I think she a thot

She give me brain now she topping the squad

I try to give it everything I got

Motherfuckers really think I'm god

Let's turn it up a fucking notch

Nowhere to piss, man I need me a pot

I got me some bitches, they call for the rocks

And everyone bitching, get off of my cock

They playing, they trading like working with stocks

Yeah, so I been here for some days

Motherfuckers actin' strange

Motherfuckers actin' caged cause I broke up out the ways

I'm the wave, now I'm on a wave, she just want a taste

We doing all the drugs, baby, don't put it to waste

And I'm up in a phase, get the fuck up out my face

God or grace, I swear she spraying like mace

We blinded by race

Closed case, closed casket

Put your body in baskets and wrap it up in plastic

Gon' crazy, gon' bat-shit

She think she a bad bitch

She think she a actress but honestly she ratchet

She kept an attachment

So expect me to come back, shit

She pulling on my fabric

I had to unlatch quick

She's staying on my mattress

Cause she is so classless

Fuck all of the static

I'm checking my mental status

I'm lost, I need a atlas

Mind sharper than a cactus

She dropping to her knees like a catholic