Talkin (feat. Forest Gumption)

(Let me talk about) The gems The sounds The dress The snare My dreams are chased The race is won homie Hey Whatcha know about that, huh Hey Whatcha know about that, huh The vision The taste The show The cake The steps I take Are just to get me further homie Hey Whatcha know about that, huh Hey Whatcha know about that, huh Tell me what that booty do Sweet and flat like juicy fruit Hit a show balling out Leave the scene in Subaru With my freaking boys Tell the truth, my whip derby age But I look clean Do you even use a loofah mate Im chillin in the forest Writing rap songs with Gumption I come from the bumpkins But Im flyest in the function With my dang Vans on A funky T Mills And Im headed for the top And they wonder how it feels I just bought a Casio Did it off my music Skating around the block cause no cost to refuel it Saw it in my head Then I made it a reality Bruh Its just me Frick the talkin Its a masterpiece The gems The sounds The dress The snare My dreams are chased The race is won homie Hey Whatcha know about that, huh Hey Whatcha know about that, huh The vision The taste The show The cake The steps I take Are just to get me further homie Hey Whatcha know about that, huh Hey Whatcha know about that, huh Gumption's known for getting drunk And drinking an infinite sum Im not tipping Then I'm dipping into insufficient funds I'm not respectable I'm out and my bank accounts undetectable Its in the decimal So small that you need spectacles Look Me and my debts are inseparable Keep that shit with me every step I go Rock the same kicks Everyday since grade six Got a whip All stock Same rims that it came with You know how I pull up to the function On some bum shit Yo it's fucking Forest Gumption Im a Busch League All Star On some Paul Blart Yo Big Daddy Hack Imma pimp it out the ball park The gems The sounds The dress The snare My dreams are chased The race is won homie Hey Whatcha know about that, huh Hey Whatcha know about that, huh The vision The taste The show The cake The steps I take Are just to get me further homie Hey Whatcha know about that, huh Hey Whatcha know about that, huh Im chillin in The Borough Im coloured like a churro I rock a special swag that these ladies never heard of Like word up Cats off this gerba I smoke the herb up I said Saturdays are for the Boys Treat a hater like a toy If you see the lip mark Then you know we making noise Whack cats taking opioids Faking joy just to fill the void Step up in my cypher get destroyed Im not stopping man Future grand Slamming lots of cans Yeah I hear you fam Grindin out my plan In the studio We making jams That's the homie We keep it low key Better stop it man DAMN When Gumption and Van Go and rock a jam The gems The sounds The dress The snare My dreams are chased The race is won homie Hey Whatcha know about that, huh Hey Whatcha know about that, huh The vision The taste The show The cake The steps I take Are just to get me further homie Hey Whatcha know about that, huh Hey Whatcha know about that, huh