Julio Talkn

Yeah, what up Yeah, what up Nigga, you the type to go slide and go hide Don't let us catch you outside, you better go hide The feds tryna read my rights I'm like, f*ck you, I know mine Snap quick and get to wig'n in this bitch cause I got no mind I guess they all wanna know why Tell em that I'm not going for shit I let the mag off And I'm too sexy for my bitch I laugh my ass off Seen a fiend washed up I think this nigga off bath salts Nigga, that's that bag talk And I'ma get it Nigga, yes, I'm from the fame But I don't think you wanna visit Niggas acting like they crazy But ain't been in that position We'll slide through vivid paint a nigga so exquisite Do you get the picture Nah, I don't think they get it Till they see there ain't no license plate on this Honda Civic And I really ain't the type to play But gon' complete the mission If you call me, I'll come right away cause I know time's ticking My big bro just called the other day to ask me how I'm living Mom and pop don't want me in the crib I got my own shit And your mans did a different type of sentence cause he's snitching I don't know how niggas move with a rat in they clique It's a strap, it's a blick In every house and every whip And if you thinking you gone rob me you as crazy as it get Paint his head Dennis Rodman, cause he playing with his dick If you ain't got it, don't talk commas, we ain't playing about that shit I get to snap'n every track, now they saying that I'm him And this blunt too packed bitch, I Alright, I got it This blunt too packed bitch, I been above the rim We know that them boys ain't do that, but we gon' tell them spin again If them niggas shoot, we shoot back, that's how you really take the risk How you in the field a full back, but you ain't really tryna hit Hit lil' baby ribs, a full rack, she probably think I'm pussy whipped I'm only speaking real true that it ain't no cap when I spit Tired of niggas thinking that they really that when that ain't really it Nigga, yea, you can probably dodge a Scat, but you can't dodge a Blick My nigga said the Blicky in his fanny pack I know he drawing quick It ain't that for grabs, but I'm like give me that cause you a easy lick Yeah, nigga It's like 12 in the morning And shit like And I'm recording this bitch On the phone too For real But I put that on my son Everything I said I'ma stand on it, nigga Hunnids Thirties