Shit Talkin' (feat. Don The Prince)

In the vip with my shades on frost bite my neck and wrist, I done put too much ice on Bottle bitches choosin yeah I see you baby she just got a BBL so that ass crazy She went and Got her lips done & a tattoo I Sent her ass a dm and she slid through Shawty want Me to lay it raw like smack down Then try to do me like PJ, I ain't assed out I hate when bitches wanna cry like baby, I got a hunnid fucking problems I ain't jay z Niggas pocket watching pop em with 380 You on they side? Well imma send yo ass where they be, Sleep, For real Money is the motive like a cow I keep it moo-ving A lot hoes near my section steady choosing me F*ck it I want em all, Can you swallow that dick then stick ya tongue out on my balls Why the Don be in expensive shit Don't forget to mention that a nigga paid homie why he always got at least 2 chains on em Cop a foreign spin the bin through the lane on em Shyeah, It's a lotta hoes around swear I don't remember names All my bitches eat nut f*ck a roe versus wade I gotta keep it on me niggas shootin up parades All these cops keep on killin so I'm ridin wit that thang, We know who is you can't make no fool outta me, Big Glock wit a switch no identify a g, All I do is sip the deuce I'm sippin 5 in a week It's homicides every week It's do or die in these streets