Used 2 Talk

17 right on my fit now You ain't on shit, shut the f*ck up and sit down Used to be at the bottom but f*ck it, we lit now Come through, fucking shit up, tearing shit down, uh You used to talk You used to You used to talk shit but I swerve past you right in my whip now Go spend yo rent on my wrist now Think you can run it up like me Tell you the truth, that shit ain't likely You ain't gon' shoot, you just finna go type me You can get the boot, you just acting like a hype beast If you run up on me, you can get hit with the nine piece Need a new chain, new timepiece I need a couple mill, if a label want sign me Stay with my brothers, my twins, no siamese Fucking shit up, but what you expect F*ck up the party, then I gotta jet I'm rocking Marni, that shit a big flex Tracky the car be, I'm hitting the jets No cigarettes, that Glock gon' pop his lung when it hit his chest He ain't on shit, already seen his best I'ma do me, ain't worry about the rest Yeah, not worried bout you, you a fan Pull up in a Lamb, make the bitch slam Doing what I can, doing what they can't Flex hundred grand, yo shit looking like a ant I got that whole shit, you got a decant I put Chrome Hearts on my motherfucking pants Beat his ass orthodox, then switch stance See a whole lot of drip just from a quick glance Pull up in a Ram but that bitch TRX You flexing fake shit, that shit not a flex Get shit done then I'm like what's next What's in bro cup, think it's that tech I'ma play every damn card in my deck Beat his ass, no, I won't give him one sec Money coming in, got a brand new check, yeah Diamonds they hit off my neck, yeah, yeah Pop out with Arrakis Pop out with so much drip that they gon' stare at me Shit on you so bad your ass gon' need therapy I ran it up then I got me some clarity F*ck a handout, I don't need no charity Bitch I'm one of one, don't be comparing me Nowadays loyalty is a rarity Get royalty, a regularity (Yeah, yeah)