Talk My Shit

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Haha

(Baik roll that gas up)

Fasho

Hold on **** let me talk my shit

Talk my shit

Y'all **** ain't who y'all say y'all is

Y'all fraud as a bitch

Me I'm cut from a different cloth

If I can weigh the shit I can get it off

Plug called he finna send it off

It always touchdown like Cris and Moss

I feel like Meek and Wayne on a beat

I'm a give you bars I'm a give you street

If I see ya broad she gone leave with me

Have her sucking balls turn her to a geek

Yeah she a freak just how I like it

She know how I want it I think that she psychic

She eat the dick up and she know not to bite it

I'm better then you off the top when you write it

I'm putting money over these hoes

I'm the one funding all of my goals

They must've thought that I was losing focus

Til they sent me put this shit in motion

Being broke turnt me up

I got a front and I ran that shit up

Now I got them bands and I don't give a fuck

Cause when I was short it was me wasn't no us

But I'm glad that it happened

I knew I was it way before I started rapping

Back in high school a young **** was having

Was passing my classes

But up in them bathrooms

I'm in and out trapping

Like aye what you need

I got the weed

Griff got the lean

Spud got whatever

If you got the means

It's the Go Getta team

Y double G 'til I get everything

And I'll still want some more

I ran it up and I'm still on the go

Just rolled up a wood for whoever want smoke

Ignite it I light it and let this bitch blow

If you feel a way then let that be known

Can't beef with these **** they ain't on what we on

Free all my **** keep bread on that phone

I had to step up and get to a bag

Holding shit down until they can come home

These **** can't do it like me

Everybody listen to me when I pop it

I'm in the stu I'm abusing the beat

Got punchlines and hooks like a **** was boxing

These **** like hoes they sit back and gossip

It ain't no surprise that I be the topic

That's just how I know that they know I'm the hottest

But hold on

Hold on **** let me talk my shit

Talk my shit

Y'all **** ain't who y'all say y'all is

Y'all fraud as a bitch

Me I'm cut from a different cloth

If I can weigh the shit I can get it off

Plug called he finna send it off

It always touchdown like Cris and Moss

I feel like Meek and Wayne on a beat

I'm a give you bars I'm a give you street

If I see ya broad she gone leave with me

Have her sucking balls turn her to a geek

Yeah she a freak just how I like it

She know how I want it I think that she psychic

She eat the dick up and she know not to bite it

I'm better then you off the top when you write that shit

No cap on it

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