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Let's Talk About It

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Let's Talk About It was released on January 26, 2026 by Grimey Camp as a part of the album Let's Talk About It - Single

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GmoneyDt

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Angel Jimenez

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CallMeJohnny

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(My **** Johnny got another one)

Ayy, look

They got me started, suppressor on the chop, it sound like it just farted

He telling me he wanna kill me, but I ain't worried, I've been a target

It's all fun and games until a hundred shots hit your apartments

I can't wait to run into him, step on him like he a carpet

Let's talk about it, tag your jeweler, if your shit real then where you bought it at?

Let me guess, you ain't know that chain was fake 'cause Ocho bought you that

Brianna suckin' dick, but I can't tell you what **** told me that

Matter fact, Brianna suckin' dick, can't say who showed me that

You a trophy in your hood, but that's cap

You got bodies but that's cap, you keep a gun but that's cap

That **** built like eight thousand, ****, go and pay for that

What? You can't pay for that? Where he at? I'll pay for that

Can't leave the house without my gun 'cause I'm top rank, can't do no lackin'

Opps cliquin' up with opps like they homies not in caskets

I went to Rami for my piece, twenty-ball on top my jacket

**** get in front that microphone, do a whole lot of capping

They don't know you over there, they made it known, I ain't have to ask

I'm outside a **** doorstep, open up, I'm tryna chat

AirTags on white and black, Durango trucks like chase his ass

Don't know why he actin' tough, he got stripped, he had a strap

**** pissing on they bed when they get drunk, what's up with that?

Rowdy don't know how to put that pipe down, he stuck with that

Where the fuck his homies at? Why they let him fuck with that?

RPG the gangland, all them hoes in love with that

Selling out shows in your city, lil' ****, this my shit

This not a diss, I'm talking shit, but they gon' hate me for this

Back-to-back crashing foreigns, you still in the same whip

That Maserati ain't cost shit, you should've went and got you a Benz

Dead homies, ****, see what the fuck goin' on

I see why **** mad, 'cause RPG run the motherfuckin' city, though, you know?

Yeah, Rami made the piece, you can't tag your jeweler

Huh, dead homies

Written by: Angel Jimenez

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