ARP Talk (feat. Slime4Ca$h)

Ran up on the whole city, this shit get risky She want me to upgrade her tittie size that bitch mixy They tryna say slime, ain't outside, I told them hit me I'm tryna pick my phone up, I can't be sleep Post up famous corner every other week Money ain't dead, boy, you just gotta get on feet Walk in, walk out, this ain't no meet and greet Either you in or not, put your jersey up, take a seat Crazy bro hatin' on me, we both from the creek Sharing clothes, turned pillow talker shit weak Bro crashed the whip, Paul Walker can't sleep But I still hang with the tweakers, they spark shit for free Gang throw back geekers, now we on that V Tryna play funny, go long, we throwin' deep We too official, got a pistol, this attachment , stop a jeep Second guessing, started risking, you just gotta take that leap Tryna get me a few million way before I catch a M Lot of people fake I love you, you can't really f*ck with them Want his head gone, his chest gone, his legs gone, his arm I could get a bitch to line you, I just pay her with my charm Need these niggas getting chopped up like it's leatherface's farm And these niggas call that scoring, they ain't even cause no harm I ain't dissing on no nigga, I'm the one who taught the game I ain't speaking on no shootouts, I don't know who spark what flame Why these niggas started rapping, all these niggas sound the same While these niggas upin pistols when they never had no aim Everybody turnin snake, take notes, this shit ain't easy Watch my circle turn westbrook, I turn greedy I got sons out here tryna slime still screamin' teach me I'm in the league now, y'all niggas ballin' like it's D3