Let's Talk About (feat. Drag-On)

Ugh, come on, uh

Uh-huh

Flame on, uh, come on, uh

Uh-uh-uh-uh

Flame on, uh, come on, uh

Yo, yo

Uh, uh, uh

Let's talk about who I am

Blondie, find me in the hood with my peoples

Love y'all, hate the rest of y'all that I can see through

Above that, I can't feel nothin' 'less it's lethal

Testin' your moves, never that, make your position fetal

I wanna talk about Dog ****, L-O-X, Eve, and me

Now that's the hottest thing in the streets, our beats is Swizz

Cheesed up with holes in the shit, Double R, roll thick

And ain't nothin' sweet but Drag-Eve tracks honey roasted

Burn it till it's been around now, how the fuck that sound?

Yo, let's talk about platinum plaques

Hangin' on my wall

See me decorated, she's the one

Heard 'em say it, see me celebrated

I pop shit when it's necessary, not for nothin'

I use clips for them big beefs

See me bustin'? Blaow!

I wanna talk about bitches I fucked

I'm a dog, so I can't stand no bitch that hounds

I'm far from a clown

If I'm not knockin' her down, Drag's probably not around

So I'm not one to claim by either one of you dames

If y'all catch Drag with a mane, trust me, she got my last name

Here's the hook, uh

Now Drag-on will show ya **** how we lock this shit

Now Eve gonna show y'all **** how we rock these hits

Now we gonna show y'all **** how we pop this Cris'

Drag, dash, on

E-V-E

Now Drag-on will show ya **** how we lock this shit

Now Eve gonna show y'all **** how we rock these hits

Now we gonna show y'all **** how we pop this Cris'

Drag, dash, on

E-V-E

Let's talk about little dick ****

Always talkin' 'bout what you got

Rather be finger-popped

Dick probably the size of a bough stuffed with rocks

Fuck the cop, ****, go shoot pool, pussy plot

You make me cum, I might flood the block, wet on my socks

I wanna talk about guns **** don't bust

Y'all need to see me if y'all wanna see shells pop out

I make **** say, "Watch out," when I got my Glock out

**** clock out, 'cause I run up in your watch house

Snatch up all your rocks out, then throw your box out

Hold up

Ya motherfuckers better watch out

Yo, let's talk about fake ass bitches

Lyin' on yourself, you ain't ready for the world, mama

Beggin' every second, money hungry, life drama

Get your own stacks

Why you think these **** pussy hungry?

'Cause you actin' triflin'

Layin' up, takin' his money, uh

I wanna talk about live or die, fuckin' with I

**** will fry like stripped bacon

I leave them shakin', keep 'em sizzlin'

Fuckin' with them, you might win

But they only got six shots with a barrel that spin

And us, our clip extending' and hittin' all their men

Yo, I wanna talk about ride or die

My dogs control confrontation in any situation

Five **** on your team, five **** you replacin'

Five **** used to gleam, five **** left with Nathan

But their game that we took and now they back to chase it

I wanna talk about bitin' ass ****

Let me see y'all **** catch the flow

Go red-vest with the four-four blow

Ya **** gonna hit the ground for sure

****, let me know if you want more

If he catch you with a pound to choke, you know

**** never die slow, till his eyes closed

Then jump on the highway, I go

Man, fuck the po-po, them **** is movin' slow mo, come on

Here's the hook, uh

Now Drag-on will show ya **** how we lock this shit

Now Eve gonna show y'all **** how we rock these hits

Now we gonna show y'all **** how we pop this Cris'

Drag (E) dash (V) on (E)

Now Drag-on will show ya **** how we lock this shit

Now Eve gonna show y'all **** how we rock these hits

Now we gonna show y'all **** how we pop this Cris'

Drag (E) dash (V) on (E)