Talking Ish
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Talking Ish was released on March 27, 2026 by BMG Rights Management (US) LLC as a part of the album Skeletor
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Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Vocals
Ballout
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
Will Carathan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chief Keef
Producer
Kenny Harmon
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I know **** plottin', I know they want me, but that hammer on me
When I go to bed, when I go to sleep, got that gun in the sheet
Or I got me a bitch, or I got me some money, either three of the three
She say she want eat, so I up my meat, said, “Bon appétit” (Bon appétit)
You don’t fuck with me, you don’t fuck with me, that what it’s gon’ be
I come from the trenches, I had to get paid, ain’t nothin’ for free
Chopper from Greece, make your bitch-ass go jump in the creek
I’m drivin’ this bitch with my phone, we talkin’ a car with no key (A car with no key)
I hop in the V, go to the stu’ and go drop me a V
This bitch talkin’ to us, she talkin’ to you and she talkin’ to me
I had fifteen blunts today, bae, you should see what I see
I see pigeons in a herd, I see flyin’ sheep
You talk on the beef, you talkin’ to me, but talk is too cheap
You sneak dissin’ me to her and he, but we gon’ see
Hit that bitch with the du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du, she be like, “Aw, shit!”
Hit his ass with the du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du, he tryna talk shit
Ballout gon’ pull up and pop your ass like a balloon, **** (Like a balloon)
I’m in the Maybach, I’m ridin’ it like it’s a broom, **** (Like it’s a broom, vroom!)
Get the shit clear when the elephant up in the room, **** (Up in the room!)
And I got a .45 Glock, it’s next to the shrooms, **** (Next to the shrooms!)
Leave your bitch ass bloody red, we leave ya maroon, **** (Leave you maroon)
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doom! We makin’ it home, **** (Makin’ it home, doo-doo-doo!)
I was just rollin’ the pack up, we call it the strong, **** (Call it the strong)
Get in the kitchen, get your ass off of the phone, ****
I always wished that the money and me had a bond, ****
If you ain’t never quit, you would’ve won, **** (You would’ve won)
You want the bitch, I’m sellin’ her, send me the funds, **** (Send me the funds)
Feelin’ a way about it, then go get your gun, **** (Go get your gun!)
Ayy, I fell in love with bein’ rich (Rich)
With a rich bitch, how she rich? She don’t ask me for shit
Told my lil’ cousin don’t ask me for shit
We used to see how high we could get (High we could get)
Used to go and buy me a split (Hah?)
You might see me out sellin’ the shit (Sellin’ the shit)
When my granny was tellin’ me shit
I was on some rebellious shit
“Son, why you keep buyin’ cars?”
This for Rosa, Harry and ‘nem (Harry and ‘nem)
Ridin’ around with Dutty and ‘nem (Hah?)
I don’t know no one as scary as him (Scary as him)
Tell that lil’ ol’ fool, just be cool ‘fore y’all be buryin’ him
Glad I ain’t get a job ‘cause I hate work
Bitch ate me like dessert, but she ate first
She ate my dick up on the spot, you went on a date first
Nah, I ain’t jokin’, April Fools, ****, it’s May 1st
Smokin’ that gasolina, ridin’ with Nina in back of the V-na (Back of the V-na)
Why I didn’t show up to court? I do not know, it’s gon’ get me subpoenaed (Get me subpoenaed)
Know she gon’ let me freak her, say she don’t squirt, she is a creamer (Hah?)
Fifty for a show, fifty for a verse, ****, ain’t answer for neither (Answer for neither)
I’m in a new spaceship, I’m finna go and pick up a eater (Pick up a eater)
Bitch thought I was gon’ love her, but I am a demon, I had to leave her (Huh?)
Bitch is a dick pleaser, and when she be suckin’, she is a teaser
Make me up the Nina, up the Nina and macarena
I don’t want your thot, you can keep her, even though she gon’ stop when she see us (Stop when she see us)
Back and loaded with racks, I be countin’ up guap in the theater
We was up in the theater, I seen a bad bitch and I’m stoppin’ to meet her (Hah?)
She took pics in the Rolls, dropped that bitch off, she hopped in a Beetle
Got enough diamonds for leisure, if I go broke I so happen to need ‘em
She know my pockets is green, and she bit the apple, I Adam and Eved her
I make her call me daddy, when I be fuckin’, I slap and I beat her
Got a lil’ bitch in the club, throw 10K when I pop in to see her
Young **** comin’ from nothin’, hop out the Rolls, hop in the Lambo
Then when I hop out the Lambo, hop in the Maybach, call it the Limo
And we got sticks like Rambo, bitch, we got guns, never run out of ammo
I can get in any hood and blend in, bitch, you can call me Camo
Got LV on my sandal, this ain’t no fraud, no, this ain’t no scandal
Ridin’ around with a FN, think you hot, we blow out your candle
Beat yo’ ass with a whippet, not the small one, the one with the handle
Foenem’ll take your life, so never take that shit for granted
White ‘Vette, black stripes, ridin’ in a zebra
I don’t fuck with ****, you know I’m my brother’s keeper
Playin’ with my money, pussy, know this shit get deeper
Ridin’ through my city, I’m the reaper
**** laid up on his back, he a sleeper
Forgiatos color money, color jalapeños
Out in L.A. ridin’ ‘round with a singer
And I’m ridin’ ‘round with my B’s, we’ll sting ya
I don’t love bitches, ****, you know that I’m a cheater
Since I got the pounds, she think she can smoke the weed up
I ain’t even gotta pop out to be G’d up
I pull up in the club, all the hoes know we geeked up
I’m sippin’ on lean, Styrofoam like a tea cup
**** talkin’ down, when I’m around, speak up
Ten thousand a month I spend on my speakers
Playin’ with my name, ****, get you a T-shirt
Written by: Keith Cozart, Will Carathan
