Talking Hot

Uh, uh, uh, yeah Bro was talking hot then he was actually shaken Yeah you putting up the shots you need to actually make it, yeah Hopped in the Track now we actually racing (Damn, Donny made this) Get the bag, set the price, then we gradually raise it, yeah Heard yo bro got whacked it's a tragedy ain't it See the bag, see the money, then I rapidly gain it Better give yo shit up before we actually take it Hold on, I don't give a f*ck if you hate me, lil' bitch, I'm still working You got no grind, but bitch you complaining, how you a real person Bro making bands off of scams, other one steal purses They pulled up talking shit in fake lambs, they left in real hearses The grind is worth it for me, but it ain't for you You can't keep up with us, you be losing, you a lame lil' dude If you copped the strap don't brag about it 'less you bang it too What the f*ck make you think you unique, everyone same as you Yeah, ran it up, let's see how far we take it to Getting bags, putting all my mans on what I aim to do Pulled up in a new whip with my brothers, Sport Range it flew Feel like D-Lil 'cause if you run up chop blazing you Yeah, yeah, that shit like a Trailblazer How the f*ck you winning at first, then you gon' fail later Thinking that you safe, you gon' end up just like Gale later If my bro get locked then you know that I'm the bail payer Yeah bitch, hashtag Grimeball This lil' nigga irritating, I'ma slime dog My main bitch talk too much, it's like a parrot on me She call me buggs Bryant, 24 karats on me Bitch I'm in the Challey with the scams doing log toss I be painting niggas streets like I'm Bob Ross Thick bitch in my bed, yeah, she taking me Eleven hoes in my room doing stranger things Yeah I'm five two but all my bitches five ten She might go through my phone and see her mama BIN Got a .23, shoot you and yo crew Leave yo fucking shirt red like you player two Caught him lacking at the bodega, nigga, bia bia Shitting on the haters, spray it on 'em, diarrhea He can't do shit, choppa split his noggin Have his head talking to me like the Green Goblin (Flat, flat, flat, flat, flat) Drop you and yo camp We just walked a opp down, nigga shirt damp We ain't gotta tag his toes, leave him with a stamp I just copped a hundred BO's, man I'm finna ramp Nigga, 1600, FHGM, nigga you know what the f*ck going on, pussy