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Shit Talkin'
3,031
Hip-Hop/Rap
Shit Talkin' was released on September 7, 2020 by Grind Hard 4 Money in association with Too Much Money Entertainment as a part of the album Ghetto Pharmacist
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Release DateSeptember 7, 2020
LabelGrind Hard 4 Money in association with Too Much Money Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM199

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric David Terrell
Eric David Terrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pablo 616
Pablo 616
Producer

Lyrics

(This is Manny)
(His name's Pablo)
This ain't no Wedding or Birthday Cake, this some London
Asked a **** the price on the 'bows, he got to stuttering
Got into some beef, I'll call my **** and they coming
Fiend thought I had my gun on me, took off running
He ain't sell me the drank, so I punched him
My cousin got me shot, I ain't kill him 'cause I love him
I'm lookin' for a girlfriend, I got a woman
I touched ten like ten times, I need a hundred
These **** love bein' broke, that's my assumption
If I ain't got no syrup or marijuana, I can't function
The feds came, indicted all my ****, I'm still hustling
I told my mama she ain't gotta never want for nothing
As long as I'm alive
If a **** ever got the ups on me, then he probably died
If I told you I ain't fuck that bitch, then I probably lied
I'm a businessman, but I ain't got on no suit and tie
A **** touch one of my sisters, he gon' get crucified
The same way Jesus died
My lil' cousin got more pape' than you and he only five
You broke and an MTA bus is your only ride
They don't wanna see me come alive
I feel like Ju, hop out with that ski and **** die
I just taped sixty to the K, I feel like Ty
Bitch, I feel like Mike
I just drunk a four of Actavis, now I'm high
I just put on all black, but it's Off-White
I used to deal with all Black fiends, now it's all whites
If I don't answer the first time, then call twice
Just dropped my phone in water, had to throw it in a bowl of rice
The doctor ain't write me Percocets, but he wrote me Vics
I gotta gamble with the pharm' like the dice
You hear the truth when I talk, **** lie
I just got some head from a bitch and I ain't try
I just fucked a bitch and pulled off, ain't say, "Bye"
Bitch made me mad, I cut her off, ain't say why
Sold the pills for the high in Michigan, not KY
I grind hard like Starlito, I shake life
I don't never argue with my people about the price
I just tell 'em what I got, they come and buy
I feel Chinese, Black people, hurry up and buy
Yeah, I'm short, what you gon' say about my height?
Fuck around and shoot you twenty times, we ain't gon' fight
Just poured the drank, I need a double cup with no ice
I don't pour one and twos up, I pour fours and fives
Fuck around and drink all the drank 'til it ain't no lines
This some real Cookie, boy, it ain't no Pine
Just got some exotic weed from California that you ain't gon' find
You paid twenty-five for your eighth, I paid sixty-five
I just bought eight different eighths 'cause I couldn't decide
I'm smokin' on Soap and Pancakes, you smokin' Cherry Pie
My white boy OD'd three different times, how he still alive?
My auntie's tryna read me Bible scripts 'cause I ain't livin' right
I walked off irritated and yelled, "Let me live my life"
Walked in the pharm' with a script like, "Can you fill this pint?"
Walked out the pharm', bought a pop, and then poured a nine
Lookin' at the bottle like, "I only got seven lines?"
If I sell a deuce to my ****, then that's only five
Thinkin' 'bout goin' out of town like, "It’s only a drive"
Or should I catch a flight?
You can be my cousin or my mama, I ain't changin' my price
I don't care what you say to me, I ain't changin' my mind
You either want it or you don't, better make up your mind
You still taking your time
Matter fact, I'm finna leave, you wastin' my time
Written by: Eric David Terrell
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