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Shit Talking (Remix)
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Shit Talking (Remix) was released on November 6, 2026 by 8K Distribution LLC as a part of the album Shit Talking (Remix) - Single
ReleasedNovember 6, 2026
Label8K Distribution LLC
LanguageEnglish
BPM99
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Lyrics

Ugh, let me talk my shit
Treat the booth like a toilet, I keep dropping hits
I be pissing hoes off, all I do is exist
And if she really got a problem, pop her ass like a zit, the fuck?
Uh, don't get me pissed off
All I need is one hit, call you Chris Rock
Left her ass with a limp, now she Crip walkin'
Had to do her ass in, she ain't gon' keep talkin'
If you gon' talk that shit, you better back it up
'Cause if I said it, then I meant it, never gave a fuck
Catch me with some bad bitches, lookin' stuck up
We got our own bag, no, you cannot get a what's up
Damn, I feel like hot shit (I do)
You gotta really be a boss just to talk shit
To pop shit, to spend big
I be lookin' in the mirror like, "Damn, bitch" (goddamn)
Uh, he said, "Damn, girl, you so fine
That confidence, that elegance, just be mine"
I said, "Sorry, baby, I gotta decline"
I'm on a money mission, really on my grind, ugh
Now it's back to talkin' shit
It's time to wake you **** up, I really am that bitch
Didn't I say that already? Yeah, I fuckin' did
And I'ma say it again, I really am that bitch, ugh
That's just what it is
Yeah, it's really that
I can do a magic trick, I'm pullin' stacks out my hat
How you wanna do it? Let's go tit for tat
Make a **** wanna marry when I'm all dressed in black
That's facts, can we bring back real rap?
All y'all do is scream "pussy" and shake your fat ass
I'ma show you how to do it, yeah, my shit really slap
I was takin' a shit while I wrote this shit
I had to thank the Lord for all these bars I spit
I'm really one of one, multi-talented
Did I mention that I'm really that bitch?
I said S-H-I-T, huh
Please name a bitch doin' it like me, none
Foot on they necks 'til the job is done
Got me beatin' on my chest like a rum-pa-pum-pum
30-inch bust down, this drip came from out of town
You bitches is my sons, I think I need an ultrasound
Come correct 'cause me and mines, we don't play around
Breakin' every barrier, they lookin' for a way out
They copy trends while I'm settin' the wave (I am)
They copy-paste, I innovate
They cappin' for likes, I'm tryna build my legacy
Frontin' for the 'Gram, quietly makin' moves successfully
Let's talk bars, they just throwin' out filler
I'm the architect, they still lookin' for the builder
Real rap got a message, they lost in the hype
I'm cookin' up the truth, you hoes out stuck on the mic (yeah)
Damn, I feel like hot shit (I do)
I really am a boss so I talk shit (yeah)
I pop shit, I spend big
I be lookin' in the mirror like, "Damn, bitch" (goddamn)
Damn, I feel like hot shit (I do)
I really am a boss so I talk shit
I pop shit, I spend big
I be lookin' in the mirror like, "Damn, bitch"
Like damn, ha, I feel like hot shit
And these bitches hate my guts 'cause they ain't got shit
I'm not the bitch who do the talkin', I'm the topic
Bitch, I get bored and hit the mall to go and cop drip
A young fly bitch, you know the **** love me
I'm off the grid again, headed to another country
First class flights 'cause I like to be comfy
Slim thick bitch, but the bank account chunky
These hoes know they can't fuck with me or nothin'
A **** know to fuck with me, he gotta come with somethin'
Never had a boss bitch before, he still adjustin'
I be out the way, I don't really do the clubbin'
Like, I'm really livin' like that
You could talk like this when you get it like that
You could floss like this when you spend it like that
And when I'm done with your ****, you could get him right back, uh
Written by: Grateful

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