Talking Loose (feat. Tse e2, C9untup & Tse Vic)

(Ayy, Chop, cut that bitch up)

Fuck your favorite rapper, **** suck and **** really ass

Her breath stink, she got on dirty Forces, she can't hit the gas

My ****'s sleep, said he been robbin' shit 'cause he can wear a mask

**** think they really have it 'cause they dropped that Jag'

We in a different bag, in two months, we gon' have that Scat

**** uppin' petty rolls, they don't got racks

He tried to pass us with it with some reg', I threw it in the trash

Walked inside the crib with a whole 'bow, have my auntie mad

He couldn't afford an Uber so he got a cab

That quarantine had fucked up my swerves, I had to hit that track

My sister had a boyfriend named Rick, I shot him in the back

And that tummy T not workin', bitch, you still fat

Dirty bitches wash up with they hands when they ain't got no rag

Okay, got a **** mad

Caught a **** stealin' out my sack 'cause he ain't have no bag

Caught a **** runnin' out the back and hit him with a mask

Kicked a **** out the cornerstore 'cause I ain't have no mask

Told bro to keep on rollin' 'Woods, I ain't got no Blacks

How you say you talkin' dog shit but ain't got no racks?

Broke **** always talk the most 'cause it ain't no facts

Told Count to keep the Wocky bottle, I'd take the Act'

Bitch, I'm coolin' with the guys and we rollin' 'Woods

**** cannot throw up the nine 'cause you not from the hood

Brodie know how to whip the pot and he ain't gotta look

I see you flexin' with that pole, that's why you got it took

No time to chase that ho, I'm puttin' money on my brother's book

And we don't need a gun, already P, we got y'all **** shook

Brodie servin' P in the next week, my **** rein' up

Gave my lil' dog a fifty bound and told him eat it up

You the type to hear my song and say we need a hook

I'm smokin' Purple Runtz, I'm in the booth, I got the heater tucked

And when it's time to go to war, it ain't no freezin' up

Bro put the chop in the microwave, we gotta heat it up

And we already hit the scam so ain't no schemin' us

I'm in this bitch with Vic, I just told Sleepy roll a finger up

Swerves keep tappin' my phone, my shit been ringin' up

Fig say he ain't take his purse and I was leg itchin'

Told that **** get up out the trap and take his meds with him

Cut the stove on and get a pot and drop a bed in it

Be careful with that backwards Glock, it got a head in it

Told Lil Vic quit talkin' 'bout that shh 'cause the feds listening

And don't drink that pop in there 'cause it got red in it

Opp really quick to blow a ****, he got squares with him

Count three ten talkin' dog, that **** head different

That's not Percs in that plastic bag, that's not a roll, ****

Eight count, send me that too real, you talkin' dog, ****

Seen a junkie sittin' in the back shootin' up raw, ****

Feds catch Vic, he goin' down for fraud, ****

White boy, he like to hit the trap, we call him raw hitter

Bitch, I mean a raw sniffer

**** drunk a pint of shotter ounce and called us all ****