Talk My Shit (feat. Yhung TO)

Let me talk my shit

Look at my neck, then look at my wrist

Just another **** from the hood that got rich

With the shit, baby, keep Chanel bag with the stick

Racks, fuck, I can't even count it

I made it, got 'em thinking why the fuck they even doubt

I was brought up by my granny, knew I always had a talent

Used to ride for them hundreds now we count by the thousand

Oh, look at it this money piling, I'm piling money

Now I gotta wear ain't no more counting

Case over I still ain't paid the rest of my bounty

Instead of moving up they wanna down me

Whoever, fuck it, we sliding, you ready or not?

I'm finna light that ass then head to the spot

Better hope a angel guard your head cause that lead finna pop

Sent some hot shit through your head, watch it spread down your block

Ready or not, if you sliding, we airing 'em out

If my brother told us, no sparing him out

I remember I was down I ain't have a lot

Feds tryna build a case, always fuck the cops

Copping any foreign off the lot now, I remember I was down

Bad but I'm hot now

All these bitches they just want me for my guap now

A lot of ops now so I gotta keep a chop now

My head heavy just sipped four ounces of purple, might fuck your daughter

I'm deep in that water like I'm a surfer

I ain't have a quarter now I gotta charge her just for my service

Can I take your order? My customers know what I'm serving

I'm not a barber but I'll line you up for a little paper

Got a young'n in The Bay who'll bust your brain for a scraper

Just got a banger and that little hoe come equipped with a laser

Think you getting away I'm still on your trail like the Blazers

B I P, my brother, bitches, it's 2 2 gang forever

Show up and that's my op, we sliding on **** together

They be talking all that hot shit on them, socials till we catch 'em

Glock 17 I was checking **** pressure

It's whatever, we ain't tripping, yeah, we ready for it

I can't smoke that kush, it be having a **** paranoid

They don't wish y'all **** some shit you might get married for

Try to touch the chain on my neck some shit you'll get buried for

How your dawg do some fuck shit and you don't let him know it?

My little **** itching for a kill and I'ma let him blow it

Later do a lot for my dawg and she let us record

If I ain't into you, I'm at you fuck **** neck when I'm bored

I might just run up a check when I'm bored

Girl, I might just want the neck when I'm bored

Might slide through your hood with this TEC when I'm bored

Me and Peezy switching states performing on tour

Me and TO in New York, when you can't leave the state

You already told on yourself too late to beat the case

Watch your food, 'cause when you look away they take your plate

Bitch you know I'm worth the wait, don't mind me being late

Me and Peezy from the mud but it's two different states

Turning down deals from labels if they ain't tryna pay

Where we from they never gave so we had to take

I remember having no food, now we eating steak

Oh, let me talk my shit

Stop looking at my neck and bitch get off my dick

Just another **** from the mud who got rich

Gotta always keep a new Chanel bag with the stick, Peezy

Talk my shit

Look at my wrist