Just Talking (feat. Babyfxce E & Ysr Gramz)

(Enrgy made this one)

Huh, baby K left him hangin' out the whip like he a—, alright

Left 'em all, ****, ayy, ayy

Baby K left him hangin' out the whip like he a thot bitch

Oh, you got Drac'? Let me test it, this a pop quiz

I can call the judge today, bitch, I'm locked in

Just got some pop in, I gotta keep it out my pop's hands

I'm a chill ****, but I hang with all hotheads

You only paid a hundred for that line, bro, your pop thin

I wasn't in the beef, but fuck it, let me hop in

I ain't been to Jumu'ah in a minute, but me and my akhs locked in

Yeah, count a million up alone, I ain't got friends

I pour an eight up in a twenty-ounce, now the pop thin

Bitch, I was sellin' 'bows of kush when they copped regs

Just threw a hundred thousand up in Truth, that's a drop Benz

Ever since I linked with IUR, we been locked in

Adidas Gucci joggin' 'fit on off the Top Tens

Caught an opp thinkin' with his dick, left him boxed in

Okay, we went shot for shot, but he did not win

Chop puttin' **** in the box, call it the undertaker

Ever since I hopped into the booth, I made a bunch of paper

Fuck a bitch, made her get on top, I'm finna undertake her

Bitch was kinda cute, but her pussy had an onion flavor

Kel-Tec a mummy maker

You the type to fuck the pussy and get the money later

Put all my money up in rap and got the bungees later

In three months, I got it all back, it was a bunch of paper

And now I got a bunch of haters

Ain't have to turn her up, she was turnt before I got her

Your money at the crib, bro, I can pull it out my pocket

Just snatched a **** Charger like I took it out the socket

I ain't arguin' with no ho, I ain' trippin', bitch, you got it

I'ma shoot you in your face if you reach up in my pocket

Ten 'bows in this crib, pick your 'za, I got options

**** actin' tough, what's a goon to a goblin?

Lil' bro keep his ski mask on, he a robber

John want two P's, I'll be there in an hour

This a dirty-ass blick, it need a shower

Like I played on that one show, I got power

I know some young **** gettin' money out in Broward

Switchy on that bitch, shoot a thousand by the hour

Two million all in slips, gotta count it by the thousands (Bitch)

Water on my wrist, my Rollie, it's a shower (What?)

Ran me up some shit with lil' brodie off the powder (****)

Yeah, bitch, all my ice hittin' (What up?)

Type of **** hit the lean and drink a pint with us (Hoo)

A hundred shots back to back, ain't no fight in 'em (Ah)

Dog strong, I'll hit the tan 'til it's lightskinned (Yeah)

Fuck is **** talkin' 'bout? Know who they talkin' to

If he tell, then he dead, that's how bosses move

Leave his dreads in his hands when that Larkin shoot (Pah-pah)

Drop Benz, scrapin' up the rims, gotta park the coupe

I was tryna hit 'em, but I was too far to shoot

You pussies caught me lackin', but you ain't had no heart to shoot

Ayy, Vezz, I'm finna stretch this Quagen, watch how I work the deuce

Chop hit the middle of his 'Vette, watch how I park the coupe

I'm plugged everywhere I go like an aux cord

On top of the opps' crib, on the roof, I'm doin' parkour

A bunch of rookie-ass ****, I'm playin' the game on hardcore

My bitch Italian, I'm all in her pussy screamin', "Bonjour"