Talk Down

You's a wimp, lil bitch, tie your lace When I had you with a limp, lil bitch, put the chopper in your face Got a Draco on my lap, call it Mr Buster Got your main bitch on my dick, sipping Robitussin You's a wimp, lil bitch, tie your lace When I had you with a limp, lil bitch, put the chopper in your face Got a Draco on my lap, call it Mr Buster Got your main bitch on my dick, sipping Robitussin She sipping that mud, bitch She's a side but you my main bitch Bend that bitch over I got no respect for hoes Started trapping from the bottom but now I'm the one they chose And now I'm the one that you was saying wouldn't make it here But what I'm making in a week is double than your year Count the bitches in my crib, and you'll run outta numbers Count the members in my crib, yeah they all gangbangers Count me a rack -sipping lean like it's juice Bring it back -buying all my jeweller's fruits I pull the 9 out, it's a Glock (pew, pew) Spray your block down, 10 o'clock The chopper is the one that imma flick Your bitch is the one that riding on my dick Tec-9's are the busters imma squeeze She be getting hungry when she pleases on her knees You's a wimp, lil bitch, tie your lace When I had you with a limp, lil bitch, put the choppa in your face Got a Draco on my lap, call it Mr Buster Got your main bitch on my dick, sipping Robitussin Diamonds on my necklace dancing Michael Jackson Thriller (whoa) Talk down, my bitch so reckless, got my finger on the trigger Pull it back (pull it back), your ratchet hoe is wack Bend her back, on the sofa eating it like it's a snack Count the rack (count the rack), flipping money like it's pancakes She give me a fucking headache so I gave that bitch a heartbreak I'm awake (I'm awake), don't need no meds, I need a break Your neck it ache, cause your diamonds really fake You's a wimp, lil bitch, tie your lace When I had you with a limp, lil bitch, put the choppa in your face Got a Draco on my lap, call it Mr Buster Got your main bitch on my dick, sipping Robitussin