I Don't Talk
John Wic, Playboi Carti
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(Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda) I been trappin' tryna stay down, nigga where's yo' chain? Hit a lick, put the cash right back in the safe Got me drippin' on these niggas like I spilt some wet paint Niggas hate but I go to places that these niggas can't What you claim, nigga? Do you bang? We are not the same Maintain, 'Rari switchin' lanes, drinkin' purple rain Out the window wit the Mossberg pump, perfect aim Playin' wit the gang nigga lose yo life to my chain Catch you down bad with a Glock 40 and a MAC Gettin' big bucks, put the money in the garbage bag Yeah I'm flexed up you can see two hundred on my dash Run the check up, I was trappin' you was sittin' in class VVS diamond water got you starin' lookin' mad Tryna plot, .40 take yo' life, that's a toe tag Bombs in the trap like a nigga from Afghanistan I don't wanna talk to you, Benjamin my only friend (I don't wanna talk to you) Pull the choppa out bet it make you do the running man Get the money not correct up a check count again I'ma f*ck a bitch bet a thousand that I'll f*ck her friend This a two seater no back seat you can't get in On the backstreet posted wit killers and hooligans With massage seats 550 Mercedes-Benz Yeah, yeah, yeah, opposite niggas they don't survive Yeah, say you stackin' money on money but that's a lie Pretty Penny keep a SK when I'm bout to ride Fox 5, man down, uh, a homicide Shots fired, niggas 'til they turn run and hide Hopping out the bush, you witnessed it, might leave you lil' surprised Valentino slippers walkin', steppin' like we on a brick Cartier vision, so I can see that nigga legit Come to find out yo' partner got joog wit' counterfeit Let me find out you wearin' fake jewelry , you need to quit (uh) I don't shoot at legs, I aim it right at yo' face Transport the dope, the money stashed in the safe (get it out of there) Bb belt, ruby stone shining on my waist Supercharged 911 Porsche, you wanna race? A lot of ammunition, if the pussy gotta play (Lot of ammo) Say you gettin' to the money but you really in the way Fifty thousand to a hunnid make the back in a day I was raised in the hood, niggas die everyday (everyday) I been trappin' tryna stay down, nigga where's yo' chain? Hit a lick, put the cash right back in the safe Got me drippin' on these niggas like I spilt some wet paint Niggas hate but I go to places that these niggas can't What you claim, nigga? Do you bang? We are not the same Maintain, 'Rari switchin' lanes, drinkin' purple rain Out the window wit the Mossberg pump, perfect aim Playin' wit the gang nigga lose yo life to my chain Catch you down bad with a Glock 40 and a MAC Gettin' big bucks, put the money in the garbage bag Yeah I'm flexed up you can see two hundred on my dash Run the check up, I was trappin' you was sittin' in class VVS diamond water got you starin' lookin' mad Tryna plot, .40 take yo' life, that's a toe tag Bombs in the trap like a nigga from Afghanistan I don't wanna talk to you, Benjamin my only friend (I don't wanna talk to you) Say it, say it Bitch, I'm with my slatt, big pipes, yeah (slatt) Bitch, I'm with my slime with no marks, yeah Ice on my neck, I don't talk yeah (slatt) Gang shit, we ain't fought, yeah Lil' hunnid racks, I was off it In the moshpit, yeah, and we pop shit In the moshpit, yeah, in the dungeon Yeah, uh, feelin' dummy I ain't even talk and she can't quit Still sip red, hold up (slatt) I'm about to flex on this lame bitch, yeah I'm about to flex on this dumb bitch Diamonds on my neck I'm a young bih, yeah Fuckin' on your bitch on a jet, yeah, hold up I ain't even talk and she can't quit (hoodrich, nigga) I been trappin' tryna stay down, nigga where's yo' chain? Hit a lick, put the cash right back in the safe Got me drippin' on these niggas like I spilt some wet paint Niggas hate but I go to places that these niggas can't What you claim, nigga? Do you bang? We are not the same Maintain, 'Rari switchin' lanes, drinkin' purple rain Out the window wit the Mossberg pump, perfect aim Playin' wit the gang nigga lose yo life to my chain Catch you down bad with a Glock 40 and a MAC Gettin' big bucks, put the money in the garbage bag Yeah I'm flexed up you can see two hundred on my dash Run the check up, I was trappin' you was sittin' in class VVS diamond water got you starin' lookin' mad Tryna plot, .40 take yo' life, that's a toe tag Bombs in the trap like a nigga from Afghanistan I don't wanna talk to you, Benjamin my only friend (I don't wanna talk to you) Dj Lil Keem, what up?
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Written by: Jordan Terrell Carter, John Wic
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