Talking Shit (feat. BlickWaYs)

I'm a real street baller, I ain't talkin' bout' no rim If you want some real beef, then we taking off yo' limbs Bitch we coming 3-D with every Blick, this ain't no film This ain't no New York, but we boot'em like a Timb All these bitches love my demenor, and they call me Big Slim (BrrdBrrd, Nah f*ck that) (Aye), they call me BlickWaYs, cause I'll Blick him Blick him, I'll Blick all of them, send my big dawg go get'em Go sick, all of them, got some real Hitta's real Go-getta's that didn't have to train, with them VV'S on my neck Hopping in them fucking planes, got that jane on my wrist Make them bitches go insane I ain't no rookie, to the game, I'm a Rap-star All-star fame Sit yo 5 dolla ass down, Before I make sum change Polo girl she's, riding my horse, she golf my balls on my course Green Arrows on my stick, watch me Arch the beam I feel like Speed racer in the SRT Big-Walk Dog, bitches barking me I ain't chasing you, you chasing me, she's a chaser Ballin' scat-packs, I'm a dream chaser Candy Shop, Sweet Tooth I had to taste her Baller Hoosier boy, but I ain't no Pacer