Shit Talkin (feat. Jcapone)

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I'm not rapping, bitch I like to shit talk And we ain't scared of you niggas, you be on
TikTok Talking stupid out your neck, get your shit
Clocked These ain't no dirty ass cleats, they Gucci
Flip flops I ain't aiming below the neck, I want your

Head off Bands on me, fan on me, I'm trying to shake
Shit up She be grabbing on my amiris, she finna eat
It up Activated off this perk, I'm finna beat it
Up I'm trying to mop a sucker top, we finna

Clean shit up Had to kick the bitch out, her ass talk too
Much Annoying as f*ck, now the bitch got me fucking
Up And I ain't finna wife no silly broke, but
You a fucking slut Coulda, woulda, shoulda, you a fucking pick

Me, bitch And she be speaking on my name like she ain't
Let me hit I just hit her friend, I'm trying to f*ck
Around and f*ck again And I been smoking opps like some motherfucking
Pixie sticks Heard you boyfriend yipping on some tricking

Shit And you ain't never seen me, no bitch if she ain't
Gonna bring it in You be crying about the bitch, that's not
No way to step And I ain't never been no pimp, but I need
My fucking chips If you want your shit back, you better f*ck

Around, come get it then Cause Dre my evil ass twin, he trying to step
On some Had to push up on the plug, he try to tax me
Out Cause I be walking suckers down, ain't no
Poppin out this backseat Getting paper out these bitches, that shit

Tax free These suckers better watch they mouth with
All that talking down Cause we ain't talking shit out, I'm trying
To walk a sucker down I'm not rapping, bitch I like to shit talk
And we ain't scared of you niggas, you be on TikTok

Talking stupid out your neck, get your shit clocked
These ain't no dirty ass cleats, they Gucci flip flops
I ain't aiming below the neck, I want your head off
Bands on me, fan on me, I'm trying to shake shit up

She be grabbing on my amiris, she finna eat it up
Activated off this perk, I'm finna beat it up
Nigga tried to run off with the pack, caught him by the shag
Sucker, read the paperwork, I don't talk unless it's about a bag

Violate him with the stick, you don't got it cause it cost a rag
Set tripping, left a crab on the scene with a red rag
I never cried, I left the sucker mama traumatized
Crashed dummy niggas, bringing phones when it's time to slide

Bitch says she never looked a demon straight in the eyes
The feds lurking, I can't take flicks where the sucker died
Knocking on my door, asking questions about the homicide
My young life active, I ain't never seen his ass inside

He keep it up, I might just toss his ass, extended nine
Kayla tried to help me, but she already knew it was a lie
I already told the bitch that I don't need nothing
I don't want nothing blue, I need them green hundreds

Make that nigga open up the pack, I'm trying to see something
Damn he tried to pull the move, now he can't feel nothing
Don't make me pull out baby nine with a long clip
How you trying to be in a gang but not on shit

Been waiting for niggas to challenge me like a spicy chip
20k plays, what I look like hitting a baby lick
Talking about why she ain't got trapped, this bitch wasting time
Don't want your little compliments, stupid slut, no I'm fine

Playing with his life cause he a cat and he got nine
Blood got ten pennies but could never even keep a dime
On the dead homies

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