Talk My Shit

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Yung Burtis

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Uh, listen
When I pull up to the function bitch I'm hopping out the Benz
With a couple bad bitches and they friends all tens
Or I'll pull up in the beamer it's meaner haven't you seen her
She a reaper in the streets and the seats made of beaver
I've been gone for a minute but I'm back now
Any nigga dissing on Burtis is fucking wack now
Dissing on me imma take your bitch and blow her back out
Thats the type of shit that make your nigga want to act out
But lord have mercy you thick
You the type of shawty I can't ever pass around the click
You special like the wheels up on my whip
You can bust it wide open imma give a little lick
But aye, like Montana f*ck with me get a bag
If I buy a little weed baby you could get a drag
Get a puff get a hit baby you's a bad ting
You gon' get baked like we cooking its a ding
Bitch I'm out in that London Fog
Whipping in them foreign cars
Playing all my fucking cards
Shooting for the stars like I'm Elon
I rap cause I love it, you niggas rapping cause your Peons
And I like to diss, and you niggas give me a reason
The niggas from my city really snakes
They do whatever it takes just to get some fucking pay
I ain't fucking with you niggas acting faker than some sweet low
You ain't getting money but you acting like you eating though
Its been two whole years since I dropped some shit
I don't drink no beers I take shots and shit
It's been too damn long since I popped some shit
Like some acid or some shrooms now I'm off that shit
Aye, listen
And imma talk my shit
Ghost ride with the Caddy, imma walk my shit
Collect clothes and Jewelry, imma stock my shit
So when I walk out the house imma rock my shit
It's Yung Burtis
Aye wait a minute hold up I ain't finished yet
I walk around with many different auras I'm surprised I ain't diminished yet
I'm careful what I say I hold my tongue to my teeth I got the thinnest set
And I can't tell you no secrets like how I get these bitches wet
You can't spit no game you allergic to coochie
Imma hit her one time send her back to you loosely
I got your lil' shawty kissing on me yeah we making out
She was off of the molly dancing she gotta shake it out
Bi-racial like Logic, you can call me Vanilla Coke
I don't fight rather use my toolie guerrilla smoke
Everybody rapping I ain't hear it I cant make it out
Told Duffy these niggas garbage we gotta take it out
How you gon' be doing shows and never hit the stu
Your last song only last so long I thought you knew
Give the people what they want new music
Cause this weak shit you out here doing got you looking all clueless
And I ain't doing shows I know I'm just patient with my time
Cause I feel like performing for only twenty is a crime
Like how the f*ck can I go and kill a stage
If less than a thousand people are standing around acting disengaged
Like damn
My arrogance too strong
My ego is too big
My self worth is too long
Libido and ego go hand in hand like they twinning
The way I be talking got shawty drooling from both lips she be grinning
All these niggas talking shit when they don't even have a bed to lay on
And sucking dick with the same knees they pray on
They won't even pull up while I'm home to the street that I stay on
Cause I don't play no games about who to put the blame on
But game on lil' nigga we gon see who wins the beef
I got words for all of you it would bring me some relief
I can't say them all now so I'm just gon' make this brief
F*ck you and your pussy ass "friends from the streets"
It's Yung Burtis

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