Talkin Bout (feat. AyoCT)
Crenshaw Grizz
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Ay man, shit Its cool, bro Oh shit, I gotta get back Shit, you feel me Ay, f*ck a nigga talkin bout I'll peel a nigga dome back, split a nigga wig Ay, nigga dont be doin' all that talkin Yeah Ay nigga, f*ck is you talkin' bout Ay nigga, all I know is watch your mouth Ay nigga, man this shit about to go Yeah nigga, I pull up and I let it blow Ay nigga, f*ck is you talkin' bout Ay nigga, all I know is watch your mouth Ay nigga, man this shit about to go Yeah nigga, I pull up and I let it blow Im with the homie watts cat He scream when he shoot that Hundred miles per hour, With a pistol on my lap If I make it, I can struggle nigga, Never comin' back That's what I tell myself, Maybe I be lyin' In the left lane, pistols on me, I be flyin' All these diamonds on me, baby, Told me that I'm fly Sippin' on this lean, baby, Tell me this don't die Bitches say they love me, That's a motherfuckin' lie I think the f*ck not, if you Givin' out that twat Don't play no games with me, Cause I will play them back Ask a couple exes, And they all knowin that Show appreciation, Gon' pat me on the back I'm in the cut, lurkin', nigga, I can never lack I'm out in the open, Best believe I got the strap Lookin' for your baby mama, I was hittin it from the back With her last week too, nigga, What you tryna do Ay nigga, f*ck is you talkin' bout Ay nigga, all I know is watch your mouth Ay nigga, man this shit about to go Yeah nigga, I pull up and I let it blow Ay nigga, f*ck is you talkin' bout Ay nigga, all I know is watch your mouth Ay nigga, man this shit about to go Yeah nigga, I pull up and I let it blow Hate niggas saying, they about that life You ain't about that life, hollow bullets in, Thats your spine Ridin' with the Glocks and the choppers out Catch you slippin' by yourself, Walkin' out the Waffle House F*ck what you heard, cause, nigga, We ain't with it Nigga, sneak dissin spin your block, we gon' finish it Slidin' on the opp block, Shootin' up his momma house Poppin' up with pistols in both hands Get it poppin' now Clutchin' on my heavy metal, peep my hands, rockin' bezels Make the whole city red, make you feel like you met the devil Niggas like the heat pop, Smokin' out the Ziploc We gon' leave a prick shot, Hit him to the grip slot Caught him on the day you play with us, you get your bitch shot See them lights, take him on a chase, don't do pit stops What my choppers say, huh, what my choppers say? Huh F*ck it, let that chopper spray. Caught him in his bean top Ay nigga, f*ck is you talkin' bout Ay nigga, all I know is watch your mouth Ay nigga, man this shit about to go Yeah nigga, I pull up and I let it blow Ay nigga, f*ck is you talkin' bout Ay nigga, all I know is watch your mouth Ay nigga, man this shit about to go Yeah nigga, I pull up and I let it blow
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Written by: Jerry Anderson, Britt Rodriguez
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