Shit Talkin (feat. Fenix Flexin)

I got the drop on me

Small price and five bands and bro will pop on him

Put the knock on him

He said what about who? Start the clock on him

Aye, ****, your time ticking

Ain’t no bum hoes, I only fuck with fly bitches

Popped the yeah up in the club, and booted up like some Timberlands

Brody in the back faded, nodding off again

She like bitches, I like bitches, me and her some synonyms

Ima cut straight to it, I told baby to bring a friend

Aye, that’s my little hottie, she better not tell nobody

Fucking on her just like Iggy, feel like Playboi Carti

I just want some bands, I ain’t tryna party

I walk straight up in the club and said “Let’s get it started”

Aye, on my mama we getting back ends

And nine times out of ten you know we got the strap in

Ain’t no conversations **** finna lash him

Bitch I feel like Tom Cruise, I’m bout action

It ain’t Ramadan my **** but I need me a fast ten

Told her I ain’t tryna hear it bitch, just go get the cash sent

Twenty thousand in my mouth, I ain’t tryna talk

Everything I say is cold, that’s how I make ‘em walk

Walk, walk, bitch I need a bag

Yeah we pull up with that, get a **** tagged

Why you asking what I want, bitch you know it’s cash

Why they acting like it’s good when they know it’s bad

I got your bitch here with me, she popping lower tags

She like to spread it open when I’m in it fast

Tom Brady touchdown, I’m the quarterback (Get him gone)

I can get you four for ten if you order that (Oh yeah)

Walk, walk, got that bag on me

My baby mama get to nagging when that on me

My baby mama get to nagging when that blick on me

What? You want the opps to get on me?

Let a **** do bunk skunk, we gon get on him

**** tried to squabble, told him no, get your big homie

Why the fuck I spent that much on some Rick Owens

He think with his dick, fuck it send a bitch at him

**** better drop that addy and stop that talk

Told the bitch to hop out this Benz and walk, walk, walk

Sending all the threats up on the net, better knock that off

Come through and do the same shit as Jerry Golf

Don’t die for them little pieces, just tear em off

Told a freak bitch get on her knees and throat it all

Twenty thousand in my mouth, I ain’t tryna talk

Everything I say is cold, that’s how I make ‘em walk

Walk, walk, bitch I need a bag

Yeah we pull up with that, get a **** tagged

Why you asking what I want, bitch you know it’s cash

Why they acting like it’s good when they know it’s bad

I got your bitch here with me, she popping lower tags

She like to spread it open when I’m in it fast

Get em gone

Oh yeah