Choppa Talk (Talk My Shit)

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Grrt, grrt
Bow, bow bow bow bow
Yeah, you know how the f*ck we coming
Lil boy, you ain't gon' shoot shit
Lil boy, you ain't gon' shoot nothing
Why you got that gun for? Boy you ain't doing no hunting
You ain't ever shot that choppa, looking like a whole dummy
We got racks on racks, but you ain't ever touching no money
Bouncing down they block, I'm talking chops, we making motors lock
Brodie popping tires with his pole, we tryna catch a opp
Riding in that shitbox, f*ck a Scat, you know them bitches hot
White tees and hoodies is all I need, I keep my sights on lock
Get back for my brothers, that's the code, you know we always riding
Hit the e-brake when I'm pushing 80, the back gon' start sliding
They throwing threats over the phone, they got my loc, so why they hiding?
I'ma talk my shit right to they face, they ain't do nothing about it
Big ass bullets shatter glass
Bounce through traffic, look like Flash
Roll a wood up, smoke my gas
Goofies fit up in this pack
Told his shawty "back that ass"
Big ass choppa, shooting fast
SRT, it got a V8, 170, we hit the dash
Lil boy, his ass got cracked up by a female, he just run his mouth
Posted with them lil ass sticks and claiming what he not about
You want to be gang, go take a life, but you won't come around
AR-15 silencer, we bend the block, it make no sound
Y'all hang with goofies, I'm with murderers
We bucking out for fun
I can't f*ck around with switches, I put trust into this drum
MAC-11 leave your face ugly, gon' need another one
Sneak dissing on the net
All y'all looking hella dumb
I'm extra grimey, extra slimy, f*ck your partner, he a bitch
He gon' rat on all y'all one day, you ain't know that he a switch?
He gon' be a bottom when we catch his ass talking his shit
We the dookies, don't get shit mixed up, I'll hit you with this blick
Go on a drill talking to Jesus
I'm gon turn your ass to pieces
Light the block like it's the fourth
My crew, we be out here, we reaping
STL, bitch this a warzone, every day it's blood leaking
I been leaning, I been fiending, keep a Kel-Tec like I'm Kenan
We them badass kids, your momma say "Don't go fucking with them"
Them boys ain't got no game and we ain't ever been fucking with them
Hanging 'round with steppers and we picking choppas up with them
Lil what's-his-name got cracked up in his head, the goofies up with him
High speeding boxes with tinted windows, hear the engine crying
AR-P up out the cut, you better duck
These bullets flying
TTS and GXP
Hit the e-way, know we sliding
7.62 hit him in his shit and his skin gon' start frying
We be running shit from Gravois right on down to Lemay
Don't try fucking with the gang or we gon' catch your ass on replay
Choppa talking with this PLR, it got a brand new beam aye
I'm gon' hawk him down, lil boy, he running like a fucking relay
Uh-yeah
Let me talk my shit
Huh-yeah
Let me talk my shit
Yeah-yeah
Let me talk my shit
Yeah-yeah
Let me talk my shit
Uh-yeah
Let me talk my shit
Huh-yeah
Let me talk my shit
Yeah-yeah
Let me talk my shit
Yeah-yeah
Let me talk my shit

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