Shit Talk

Christian Dior drippin', tryna wash my sins off Niggas love that champion, take that shit off Blood leaking off me nigga, I can't rinse off I'm tryna hit the lot, I'm tryna pull a Benz off She can't ride with me unless she suck the skin off Fat cookie 'wood, yeah it look like Rick Ross I'm a skinny nigga but I'm still a big boss Why your bitch on my dick? Tell her get off My bitch bad, always lookin' like she pissed off Bougie bitch like to suck it with the lip gloss Winnin' team, yeah we won before the tip off We got all these blues, yeah we had a strip off Last night we poured a eight, we had a sip off Facin' all these 'woods, yeah we blew a zip off Bitch I'm flyer than a rocket final lift off If that bitch ain't got no money, tell her get lost All these blues on my flo', nigga, I'm final crisp walk I don't wanna do no hook, nigga, I wanna shit talk Pourin' all this juice like a nigga got a big cough Tryna do the dash, tryna make this bitch lift off Yeah we fuckin' niggas up before the kickoff Vlone hoodie, damn, I'm final lift off One-O-five, John packed, I'm final get off If this bitch got me waitin', I'ma peel off Aw this white girl in the trap, I'm final get out If my bitch see my phone, she gon' flip out Thirty bitches waitin', damn, who I'ma pick out? Runnin' up this bag, almost blew my hip out Pussy good, I couldn't even get the tip out Nigga run up on this Benz, I'ma whip out Niggas livin' with they moms, getting kicked out Downtown with yo' bitch in a penthouse I could do it in my sleep, this is so easy Nigga flexing three-fifty, ain't got no yeezys Bitch blowin' up my phone, saying, don't leave me I'ma take it off yo' plate, bitch, I'm too greedy I be fuckin' when you leave, yeah she too sneaky Had to leave her ass alone, she was too needy Tryna suck it in the whip, yeah, she too freaky Whole five to the face, bitch, I'm too sleepy Had to pour it in a snapple, ain't no soda here White bentayga crawlin' like a polar bear How the fuck them niggas get in with that pole in here? And why the bad bitches keep runnin' over there? Moncler jacket on, yeah, like it's snowing here If the Clan in this bitch then it's dough in here If she get up in this truck, she gon' go in there I had room for three bitches but it's four in there Amiri skinny, yeah, she tryna rip my pants off With the Clan, she get ran like a hand-off I'm a Grizzley in the fifties like I'm Randolph Niggas trippin' in the club, had a standoff I like ghetto, hood bitches, them the best ones Got her weave to her ass and her nails done I'm a fly fat nigga like I'm big pun I don't wear no champion, I can't fit none