Lyrics:
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet nigga
So what you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my
hear you talkin that talk (that talk), i heard you was talkin bout me (bout me)
soon as i ask who you talkin to, you replyin with naw its not me (not me)
me!)
Sosa got himself in this so now Sosa owe me!
Talkin' 'bout a soft ass DC nigga (huh!)
bet you won't come and do no shows in DC nigga (never!)
I'm
ain't talkin' 'bout school (c'mon)
I ain't talkin' 'bout school (what are you talking about?)
I ain't talkin' 'bout school, ay, ay
I ain't talkin' 'bout
aint
These niggas aint talkin bout shit so a nigga deaf
So so def bitch im jd we used to ride tank on e couldnt even buy gasoline
Now its like 5 racks
a earthquake
They get all shook up, write a whole book up
Rattin' their connect out
Tellin' where they got the hook up
Got a niggas twenty years talkin'
'bout
it ain't worried bout em' cause I'm thummin'through these checks with it got my bitch right by my side we countin' bandswe flip it 20 bands in my jeans
of the caddy
Poppin da trunk
Everytime I walk by
I walk by
Retaliation
Rattle snake'n
Rat'll tattle
Tell me nothin
Bout what Satan been doin as of lately
I been
you talkin bout (nah)
Cut all that shit I aint you bitch what you talkin bout (nah)
No I aint yo bitch you can miss me with the bullshit (bullshit)
I'm
talkin' bout) All the nasty things you've been thinking of
Know you wanna give it up
I ain't tryna get deep wit you
But you could show me what a freak would
( Sheff, you made this?)
Hmm, oh, I'm out my mind
(Ayy, YB help me hype him up, bro)
I don't know what I'm 'bout to say on this, but I
Since
that I lost I want what’s mine
2020 MY YEAR , YOU ALREADY KNOW IM BOUT TO SHUT SHIT DOWN
MOVE AROUND BITCH TAKIN DAT CROWN
Commas on commas
O'Deid in yo bedroom floor
Slap her in da jaw
Till you make her respond
Talkin' bout you cyah go opp town
Coz is close to da pagan blocks
You know its not
Gon' soulja hate me
Da judge looked at me
And said how you doin' boosie
He called me by my nickname {ooooh}
What you think I'm stupid {bitch}
You
two time for my ni77as making plays doe
I really run it up boy I mean that
Pills yeh boat loud where da lean at
If it’s bout that bag u know I’m
the fuck up, fuck yeah)
I'm the fucking goat, these motherfuckers know it
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' bout
dirty dishes
But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes
First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' bout myself
I be drinkin' by myself,
game plan switched
Then found out that I've been
What I'm bout get my name outcha mouth I'm the same damn kid
Old friends get mad man I swear to god
for back talkin'
QB represent, fuck that, it can happen
While you rappin', I'm busy tryna sneak the gat in
Contamin', cut the party short while you
alright
I don't mind, no
When I stand
By your side, oh
Talkin' bout my baby
Cause we always breakin' the mold
Talkin' bout my baby
We don't need
abandoned by them folk killing me
Boy I swear, since my granny died, I don't know what got into me
I've been thinking of suicide, no Nyquil to go to sleep
No
abandoned by them folk killing me
Boy I swear, since my granny died, I don't know what got into me
I've been thinking of suicide, no Nyquil to go to sleep
No
millennium
You can't know what I'm schemin', my ideas I'm concealin' 'em
These plain and simple bars I'm sayin' 'em just like I'm seein' 'em
My rhymes are
Listen up, we's bout to get on turbans (to da beat!) boom boom!
Woofers in the back boom boom! niggas and bitches talkin' bout
"Did you hear that nigga
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