CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Talk Yo Shit
A Lau on the beat
Ayy
Talk your sh*t, I'ma talk my sh*t, I ain’t never gon' cap, ayy (Yeah)
I'ma take your sh*t, you gon’ take your b*t*h, then we all gon' laugh, ayy (Woah)
Yeah, I'm so, so rich, always keep the stick, I ain't never gon' lack, ayy (Brrah, brrah)
Yeah, I'm so, so lit, got a whole new clip, rob your man in broad day, uh
If the plug make a call then I'm on the next flight
And I'm moving them pounds (Ayy, ring)
B*t*h, I was hood rich ’fore I was rap rich
Please do not come back around (Ayy, hell nah)
If you want smoke, we gon’ bring all the guns
We gon' come in and shut that b*t*h down (Ooh, bye)
You said I’m not good in your hood
But I'm here right now and I don't hear a sound (Shh)
Only thing I hear is my Glock reloading
Your b*t*h want a problem, she can get it
Sending off shots like a free throw
Blaatina, b*t*h, and you know that I'm with it (Goofy)
I won’t let you get the cheat code
Ride with my killers, they gon' make you feel it
I know I got a big ego
Did it myself and I stayed independent (Ayy, ayy)
Talk your sh*t, I'ma talk my sh*t, I ain't never gon' cap, ayy (Yeah)
I'ma take your sh*t, you gon' take your b*t*h, then we all gon' laugh, ayy (Woah)
Yeah, I'm so, so rich, always keep the stick, I ain't never gon' lack, ayy (Brrah, brrah)
Yeah, I'm so, so lit, got a whole new clip, rob your man in broad day, uh (4X)
No, I won't send no diss, I'ma go in his sh*t
B*t*h, I really live what I rap, ayy
I still'll slide on an opp and go chill on the block
I still ride with the strap in my lap, ayy
I still'll fly out to Cali and go to the stu'
And have your b*t*h at the crib catchin' my bops, ayy
I'm clutchin' in on the spot, might punch me an opp
But b*t*h, I ain't punchin' no clocks
B*t*h, I still post at that one way
Whole lot of trapping and dice games
I'm in the hood with my ice on
Touch me, you get used for a gun range
Stunna, man, I'm a real block star
Hit the stage, them hoes go insane
My lil' n***a itching to knock an opp off
I say you food, you get ate like a fish plate
Talk your sh*t, I'ma talk my sh*t, I ain't never gon' cap, ayy (Uh)
I'ma take your sh*t, you gon' take your b*t*h, then we all gon' laugh, ayy (Haha)
Yeah, I'm so, so rich, always keep the stick, I ain't never gon' lack, ayy
Yeah, I'm so, so lit, got a whole new clip, rob your man in broad day, uh (Yeah)
Ayy
Talk your sh*t, I'ma talk my sh*t, I ain’t never gon' cap, ayy (Yeah)
I'ma take your sh*t, you gon’ take your b*t*h, then we all gon' laugh, ayy (Woah)
Yeah, I'm so, so rich, always keep the stick, I ain't never gon' lack, ayy (Brrah, brrah)
Yeah, I'm so, so lit, got a whole new clip, rob your man in broad day, uh
If the plug make a call then I'm on the next flight
And I'm moving them pounds (Ayy, ring)
B*t*h, I was hood rich ’fore I was rap rich
Please do not come back around (Ayy, hell nah)
If you want smoke, we gon’ bring all the guns
We gon' come in and shut that b*t*h down (Ooh, bye)
You said I’m not good in your hood
But I'm here right now and I don't hear a sound (Shh)
Only thing I hear is my Glock reloading
Your b*t*h want a problem, she can get it
Sending off shots like a free throw
Blaatina, b*t*h, and you know that I'm with it (Goofy)
I won’t let you get the cheat code
Ride with my killers, they gon' make you feel it
I know I got a big ego
Did it myself and I stayed independent (Ayy, ayy)
Talk your sh*t, I'ma talk my sh*t, I ain't never gon' cap, ayy (Yeah)
I'ma take your sh*t, you gon' take your b*t*h, then we all gon' laugh, ayy (Woah)
Yeah, I'm so, so rich, always keep the stick, I ain't never gon' lack, ayy (Brrah, brrah)
Yeah, I'm so, so lit, got a whole new clip, rob your man in broad day, uh (4X)
No, I won't send no diss, I'ma go in his sh*t
B*t*h, I really live what I rap, ayy
I still'll slide on an opp and go chill on the block
I still ride with the strap in my lap, ayy
I still'll fly out to Cali and go to the stu'
And have your b*t*h at the crib catchin' my bops, ayy
I'm clutchin' in on the spot, might punch me an opp
But b*t*h, I ain't punchin' no clocks
B*t*h, I still post at that one way
Whole lot of trapping and dice games
I'm in the hood with my ice on
Touch me, you get used for a gun range
Stunna, man, I'm a real block star
Hit the stage, them hoes go insane
My lil' n***a itching to knock an opp off
I say you food, you get ate like a fish plate
Talk your sh*t, I'ma talk my sh*t, I ain't never gon' cap, ayy (Uh)
I'ma take your sh*t, you gon' take your b*t*h, then we all gon' laugh, ayy (Haha)
Yeah, I'm so, so rich, always keep the stick, I ain't never gon' lack, ayy
Yeah, I'm so, so lit, got a whole new clip, rob your man in broad day, uh (Yeah)
