TALKIN SHIT (feat. KrispyLife Kidd)

Krispylife, alright, hey, you hear me scratchin' out the, man

Alright, woo, it's with a K, dumbass

You hear me scratchin' out the lot, you hear that Hemi barkin

Dawn says beef, so, now you hear the semi sparkin

Hit his crib and fuck it up, I'm finna lift the carpet

Everybody in the living room gettin' blew like we fixin' a cartridge

But I don't play games like a Nintendo

Every gun I got come with a beam and extendo

Bust this bitch, hit you and your kin folk

She don't know my name, but I keep askin' her what it's hittin' for

I'm really bout my dough like the Pillsbury

You was a hoe in high school and you still scary

You heard she was a hoe and you still married

Ain't no way you did that

I'm poppin' out, out of town like where the Pills at

Don't try to tax because I'm a rapper, I'm where the deals at

This bitch say she been workin' out, but she still fat

This **** almost 40 years old and he still trap

Sheeshhh

Yeah, Young as hell performin' in the club without my ID

I was tryna run it up through the storm like YB

Hitters all around connected like it's fiveG

I'm the hottest in my city, It makes sense why they won't try me

**** wanna be just like me so they watch me on my IG

I was born a breadwinner see the hustle through the IV

I remember I was broke, it was Arizona Iced Tea

Take a bad bitch round the globe and let her sight see

I don't gotta do too much, I'm still gon' bag her in a white tee

She know I'm the best she'll ever get, I know that's why she like me

Karma go around and double back just how you pass

I was cookin' plays up early mornin' then I'd go to class

Money in the bank, I gotta save before I blow the cash

**** gonna change, don't ever show your hand or show your stash

Movin' cautious, gotta watch em both

Gotta lil shorty who swear she vegan but love to eat the goat

Good girls turn to demons if you let em go and drive the boat

I can tell she feelin miss and want me so she do the most

So she do the most, yeah

Shout out to my **** cause we winnin' let me make a toast

Let's get it ****

Pull up pull up in that double R to fuck her, then I'm going ghost

I'm the man on my block ain't gotta take a vote

**** petty beefin' they ain't sendin' shots they makin' posts

Shorty tryna throw it back and make it clap she good at both

Got bitches on my line that's tryna slide on me from coast to coast

Heavy flippin' can't be gettin' caught

I been in that field runnin' plays just like I'm Randy Moss

Gordon Ramsey cookin' in the pot then she gon' eat my sauce

Drippin' fancy highest in the room it pays to be the boss

And I'm a cash addict gettin' money **** so I'm gon' pay that cost

That's a fact bruh, that's a fact ****