Talk (feat. Jefe Replay)

Talk (feat Jefe Replay) Cousin Stizz "Talk," featuring Jefe Replay, is another cut off of Cousin Stizz's debut project, Suffolk County. Replay serves as the sole feature on the project. This for the people, follow and I'll lead you Dont let em' decieve you, these niggas is see-through They claim to be kings, but these niggas is regal And my trap is lethal, everything we do illegal Cold as an igloo, in this game ain't no re-dos' So you can't pull the wool over my eyes, like a playbook ima' read you I dont believe you, can't trust you as far as I'll heave you Yall rockin cheap suits, all of my niggas in mink suits I got me some gold teeth, now I think I need some rings too I got me a new plug, impressed by the way that them things move I need me a new drug, was smoking before it became cool But y'all be so into fads, you do what I do like my name is dad I knew it, I knew it, you niggas gassed That whole crew that you wit, them niggas ass You blew it, you too into chitter-chat Maneuver, maneuver, then get it back I do it so fluent when in the trap I school you cuz' you need a piggy back I still be smoking on the sticky pack I handle all problems, no tick for tacks Fuck is you lookin' at, put you on game then i took it back I'm on my grown man ain't no rookie raps, I drive with more bars then I it back We ain't have no lights in the crooked trap, I styled these rhymes while they cookin crack I didn't finesse I just took his pack, pulled out the strap he was swith that These niggas ain't really my niggas, forget em' but never forgive em They showin a few of my symptoms, I just been fillin' perscriptions Servin' that work out the rental, slurrin' my words [?] Shoutout to the money from ya' slut, she just met me she gon' give it up These shawties' fuckin for a mention bruh, I done rapped it then i lived it bruh Had a taste now i can't get enough, they gone talk but tell em give it up Who the fuck is you kiddin bruh? Thought you was on wit a half a pack Half you wack and nigga that's a fact, me and my nigga brought rappin' back Who the fuck is you rappin at, We all got shooters until the rack And they come and move you to boost they stats, dunk on ya' partner then shimmy back Translation hop out like gimme that, hangin outside of that mini van Whispers of death come from any man, but I still walk through my city man