10 Minutes Of Shit Talking
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Yeah, yeah Why you talking shit, we all know you lame Tore out the coupe, yeah, it got a new brain Ran up that bag quick, I feel like Usain I just ran up a hundred thousand Up in a mansion, used to stay in public housing Yeah, bro said he gon' pull up, some shit I'm doubting, yeah All this drip on me, pray to god I'm never drowning Bro said he finna get lil' bro whacked, I don't doubt it Yeah I really want them racks, give a f*ck 'bout being clouted I got too much damn money, I can't even fucking count it Teachers used to bump my music in gym and accounting Who is him that be talking and doubting? Shut the f*ck up Brand new GLE, tell my assistant pick my truck up Way too much ice but I ain't never seen a puck once How you say you getting cash but you go and tuck ones Yo ass scared to get robbed, I got a pole lil' bitch Dunking on these bitches like Zion, I play for NOLA bitch Bro sipping Wock all day, don't even own a script Up at the house kicking back, me and Capone we lit Watch that Rollie gliss, it's hitting off the fucking clock I think yo ass really gay, you stay on my cock You ain't really know me bitch, why the f*ck you on my block Think you gon' catch the hands but you gon' catch the fucking glock 10 songs a day, I'm the number one hit maker Why you talking 'bout racks, bitch, you don't get paper Drop racks right at Somerset, take a trip later Blowing racks, lil' bitch, I ain't a big saver Used to simp for some bitches, nowadays they the ones I dub At home making these racks, won't hit no fucking club You think you really racked but you can't f*ck with us Pistol in my pants all times, no one I fucking trust You getting passed, I'm in that SRT hitting a hundred He be talking the most shit, when we pull up he get to running Pissed at Benito's like why the f*ck it's bussing Pissed at these lame bitches like why the f*ck you ducking Pissed off on the fucking highway, y'all suck at driving Why the f*ck you talk 'bout pulling up, man, you suck at sliding Diamonds hitting off the fucking chain, these hoes fucking vibrant I'ma do what I want, don't need yo fucking guidance Yeah, yeah, living like a goat Chain ice on water, it be hitting, watch it float I'ma go run up that bag, get what I'm getting, then I go In a fucking Trackhawk, in a minute get a ghost Yeah, yeah, the fucking Rolls Royce Ran it up had no choice Why the f*ck you acting like you loud but make no noise Why the f*ck you talking yo shit in a low voice Right in front of that bag, bitch I'm so poised Right in front of that bag, bitch I ain't stopping now If it's the slightest fucking challenge, you opting out Hit 'em with that overhand right, it knocked him out Balenciaga on me, yeah, that's the shit we copping now I ain't even top 3, lil' bitch, I'm number one Feel like DJ Khaled, make a hit then make another one Diamonds on my chain, hitting harder than the summer sun My bag so fucking huge, that bitch is cumbersome You want the ones or some? Nah, you don't want no smoke We be up in first, you in last, you a slowpoke Bitch I got the AR, glocky what my bro tote Wrist on fucking water but we don't got no boat Told lil' bitch I need a yacht He be talking hella tough until he get got We be running up the bags, getting cheese a lot Yeah, we at the fucking top, got to keep it locked My bro keep a glock Yeah, keep it for protection Yeah, you ain't in the fucking spot, yeah, you ain't in the section And my arms damn near fucking hurt from all this damn flexing Like I said before when I walk in they feel my presence Hopping in a Hellcat or Track, this ain't a Lexus Get his ass beat but I ain't talking 'bout no Nexus Bro was cracking cards, he was boosting, flexing Bro went scored the drank right out of Houston, Texas I'm on VIP, you ain't even on the guest list That bitch she a two, how the f*ck is that yo best bitch Making bands right at the house, Breaking Bad on Netflix Bitch I'm known to kill any beat, bitch I'm relentless They can go and switch, I give no fucks, I expect it Why the f*ck you ran up bands if you don't flex it Why the f*ck you rocking Nike, you don't check shit How the f*ck is that hooptie yo best whip Flexing on yo family and everyone you friends with Cartiers on me, couple bands for my lens bitch Yeah, in a truck, yeah, go and have that ten switch Mud in bro cup, yeah, his number one beverage Beverage the Wocky, the Tris, the Activis You ain't really getting bands, why the f*ck you acting rich Why you talking hot, in real life you a pacifist If I got the ball, bitch I'm scoring, I ain't passing shit SRT engine it's roaring, you get passed lil' bitch Diamonds on my chain, they be flooded, yeah, they had to gliss My bag so fucking big, you couldn't even imagine it Chilling with my twin in Trackhawks, we got matching whips Told bro pull out yo Rollie, we got matching wrists You be having lil' racks, you ain't having this Hop up in a SRT, I race it with the baddest bitch This a AR, bitch I got the fattest stick You a fan lil' bitch, why you trying to talk shit Walking up in Somerset but you ain't really bought shit Feel like Rick Ross, walk around on boss shit Think I want some new 'lencis, what they cost bitch 1,140, need a crib eleven stories Only one bitch that I want, you'll never catch me up on Maury Put my phone on DND now I be feeling just like Vory Need to stay in yo own lane, yeah, not talking Tory What's yo story, why you act like a bitch I ain't stressing, bitch I'ma cop it if I like the whip Really I'm just shit talking, because I like the shit Snap harder than any one of y'all on the mic, lil' bitch I been playing around I need to cop the Neumann Why the f*ck you talking about blicks, you ain't never shooting Why the f*ck you talking 'bout shit that was never proven I only talk about wins because I'm never losing Never take a L, bitch, I'm a born winner Kill you if you run up, I'm a sure sinner Eat this beat up, so hungry I need like four dinners We in a Trackhawk, you more like a Ford spinner You won't catch me in a F1, catch me in a lamb Why the f*ck you talking like my bro, no he not my mans They be talking shit all day but I know they fans They be talking shit like they coming up but I know they can't What's the plan, take over the globe Beat his ass, got the hands, feel like Glover, I'm cold In New York I be shopping, hit Dover fasho Won't stop, keep snapping, it ain't over, no no Yeah, bitch, hell nah, not stopping, until I'm dead Laser on this bitch green, but the dot red He ain't really fucking with my team, he ain't got bread Bro popped him a bean now his face is hot red Bro said if they try to run up they get shot dead You be pouring Tussin, that shit not red Bitch brain so retarded but she not sped I'm finna win, lil' bitch, that's what god said Yeah, I'm finna win, I can't ever lose Lot of people switching on they brothers, shit I'd never do Met you twenty times but I still don't even remember you Don't really give no fucks, f*ck you if I offended you I don't need a friend lil' dude, chilling with the whole gang Why you talking shit, do you know that you a no name Why you talking hot, do you know that you got no game Why you acting tough, do you know that you is so lame Bro came and went, I'm staying at the top Only making hits that's what they playing when I drop Lil' bro what the f*ck you said, what you saying to the cops You is not my fucking brother, you been hanging with my opps Yeah, yeah, that's some hoe shit Went to Icebox, put some diamonds on both wrists Talking like a know it all but you don't know shit How the f*ck yo fit ten bands and you got no drip Man I'm so sick, like I got the flu hoe Chilling with the same team, I don't got no new bros Lot of new sticks I done went and copped some new poles You chilling in that whip with yo twin, I see two hoes Yeah, 'cause y'all both some real bitches If you want to see some money, come with me see real digits Man my money up on giant, yo money real midget Y'all be talking all that shit but tell m
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