Talk My Shit (feat. Huncho Hoodo)

Look, look The same niggas that started The same niggas that's here The same niggas that's with me The same niggas they fear I pray to my holy father to see Some milli's this year I'm coming up in this game And I can't believe that I'm here This here is the Last Icon Take a look you can see Where me and my brother Marie Can practice more than we preach I just do my thingy thing Ain't nobody fucking with me And I got my gang with me Nobody fucking with we I can speak my own lingo My circle small like a peep hole Got 23 on my feet and my kick game Is more than lethal No chorus nigga just bars Want foreign whips No frauds I'm Gucci Gucci You frauds lets play for keeps No prob young legends is what you see And binoculars is what you keep Like I said up at the jump I still practice more than I preach Huncho Hoodo yeah with me And Famous strapped with that glizzy No I'm not drill rapper I exit myself from plenties They asking me who I be I'm a Icon as you can see I'm hotter hotter I'm sweating They asking begging for me Shaq City is what I rep And them others cities just pups I'm just getting to the music And money shit boy I'm up  GANG This ain't what y'all want Besides that nigga I'm on Can't switch for none of y'all bums Bankrolls is all that I'm on  New Shaq City that shit And I think I'll make part 2 I done seen so much shit And I think I'll see more to Take Off Gang be the crew While yo bitch be loving the crew Her pussy wet aquafina Bet she soak it out to GANG Duke where you at man? Let's turn up on these n****s Let me "Talk My Shit" though You feel me Let's get it Tell a b***h mind her business Just grab this pack roll these swishers Fix me food got the munchies Right after go wash the dishes She top me off then I fucked her I fucked around and forget her I bust once she bust twice So ain't no need to be bitter On these tracks I'm a master A murder, assassin and killer They hurt my heart when they told me I only rap bout drug dealing I be grinding and stack Until my crib got high ceiling Told these niggas no features And they got right in they feelings Can all y'all leave me alone Y'all ain't on what I'm on I'm so right and y'all wrong But even if I'm wrong could've been Right so I ain't wrong I'm with Duke in a Coupe You running up I'm a shoot Them bullets rip through your cheek And your teeth you gon need some soup I walk right in the bank I show my ass in there to Because my pants really fit me But all these bands make em loose And I ain't got nothing to lose I pour The deuce in my juice Them strippers shaking it for me I got em jumping through hoops She put her mouth on this dick And she blew the playing a flute And she don't care where she get it Just wanna kick it like Bruce Can all y'all leave me alone Y'all ain't on what I'm on I'm so right and y'all wrong But even if I'm wrong could've been Right so I ain't wrong Yeah uh let me "Talk My Shit" Yeah uh let me "Talk My Shit" man It's just that simple uh Let me "Talk My Shit" Yeah uh let me "Talk My Shit"