Talk My Shit

Yo Raz How You Do That Ima Young nigga (Yeah) That’s really bout my dough Give a f*ck about a Ho’ She prolly fucking on the bro I just kick her to the door I Got Designer on my clothes .40 Cap in my jeans niggas know I’m gon’ blow I been with it That’s some you already know My brother locked down But shit He ain’t never told (Nope) My cousin FattMatt The one who put me on this song I’m going in, I’m only worried bout the dough Uchies Shoutout to my nigga Drakeo They can’t hold a real one down for that long (Damn) .40 with a beam Them bullets goin hella long Yeah I’m bout my money Call me Mr. Bankroll But I ain’t talking bout Lv Any bitch that want me She gon’ have to run her fee My own niggas switched So the Glock on the side of me (Switched Up) I’ll never switch and I put that on my team Nigga Yea I’m really from the streets (Bop) Where we shoot at heads Never at no feet I really got it out the mud Straight on my 2 feet I had to bounce back I’m Still screaming FreeAG Talking all that shit Will get you put on a tee He said “Bitch” I don’t know to who Not to me (I don’t know) Niggas talking reckless Will get you socked up in your teeth You want problems? Nah nigga not towards me That .40 made him flip had to put him on Tv It’s a Blowback Yeah that swiped him off his feet (Gen 4) Never catch me lacking like them niggas in the streets When it’s cold I ain’t running to no heat (Nah) I got yo main bitch all up on my meat (Hello) When it’s time to cuff I had to put her on her feet I got yo main bitch all up on my meat When it’s time to cuff I had to put her on her feet (Hello) (Nigga)