Loose Talk

Yea 24 these niggas cap but never know nigga Yea put some jacks on the floor bitch I'm apple eatin Only time you got some cheese when it's taxes season I just popped out wit a load all cash n visas Oh we riding wit a pole then it's back to creepin Oh you mad at yo hoe then it's back to beating And you don't never got no hoes boy you back to beating Ain't no getting the ups on me lil boy I see you Nigga said ion got pape okay now I'm heated My nigga caught a body left the game now he back creepin Woke up hit a couple plays now I'm back sleeping I thought he got hit in the head how is he back breathing I heard you don't got pape or no straps either Yea the grind was getting hard now it's back easy You see them racks in my picture nigga that mean I must stack cheese then Bust a clerk head for 5 bands n it had me instore cheesing Nigga you don't got no pape you don't got no cheese man It's a switch on the glock got the switch repeating And you don't never got no pape why yo bitch be eating It's a k wit the fit it's kinda krispy den Catch a body wit this Glock n den switch the pin Spinned a nigga block 2 times n spinned that bitch again If you play with me imma have to pop you real shit And If you asking bout them racks I can make some real quick They asking how I been on nigga and I'm still is Bitch I be getting money when I'm sitting in the crib If Ian out making mo pape then I'm in the field Catch a body when I'm off a perc who tryna pop a pill Shot the drac n put it in the freezer gave it time to chill Bro slapping Rock like jada tryna find a will Bitch I'm always tryna make some pape got no time to chill PAIID kinda crazy i ain't gon lie bitch I'm kinda is Bitch calm the f*ck down boy you is not on shit Bitch every day I wake up I'm tryna find some bills My nigga said he looking for a script he tryna buy some pills Doc said what you want shit I'm fine wit a seal Bring his body back to me but shit I'm fine wit a kill Finna hit the plug up for a brick shit I might aswell Jugging for that pape when I was young I was prolly 12 Finna hit a lick wit this nigga but he a prolly tell I ain't Throw up when I seen my first body fell How ironic niggas dropping dime when they talk to 12 Bust a head for 13s i got 9 to sale Catch a b wit 38 they ain't find a shell My nigga said he tryna hit the road shit you might aswell Cards or the bows bitch my niggas like to buy and sell Or who cop a verse I got lines for sell Or who tryna cop some blow I got lines for sale