TALK MY SHIT (feat. 16Wockhardt)

I done really ran it up,without no handouts I'm a og (facts) If you wasn't rapping way back then, feel like you owe me One thing for certain I'll save money before a bitch I been quiet I been silent now im finna talk my shit (woah woah woah) Why would you pull up on a opp if you ain't gone and get him hit (glaow gone) We shootin this bitch til it stop and den we turn em to a zip I came from rags to riches pockets filled with blues like a crip A nigga been doing this rap shit im just giving y'all a glimpse Question mark like I'm da riddle man (Hey!) He don't want smoke he da middle man (glaow!) Ain't no talkin we jump out the mini van Told lil bruh shut the fuck up he need discipline ( lil nigga) Bitch I'm Vante da huncho da leader (cho) Give a fuck bout a hoe you can keep her (keep her) Dirty sprite I got liters on liters Kush in my lungs I'm in love with the reefa Ik she a hoe but she think she a diva I just got her number I think imma beep her (brrrr) I told all my strikers to stay wit that heater Hit ya bitch like a blunt then I'm gone imma leave her (den I'm gone) Who the fuck vante he talkin his shit They talking bout money my bag legit (bag bag) I feel like I'm the realest that it gets They not even rappin they just saying (shit) I'm Getting money staying out the mix bk be the gang I ain't never gone switch (Ain't neva gone switch) Please tell me why you cuffing all these hoes nigga when you know that they gone let me hit (hit) Bad bitch she dancing she doing her tricks Just for that money she bussin a split Vante a menace I'm trying to get lit She like to do roleplay ain't talkin no skit Championship feeling I got six rings I was getting it off of the block I been a demon since I was like 16 you would think that a nigga was wock (Hold on) Keep a Glock in my bag when I trap on the block I ain't going like Mitch gotta chop at the spot I just sold him some fake had to rewock the wock If a lil nigga knew better he probably do better I'm not buying chain rather go buy a new Tesla My bro not retarded but they say he shoot special If these niggas chickens I'm trying to pluck a few feathers (gang) (Hold on) Outside the whip hop out and we walk em down He dope feign getting money call em Bobby brown I keep a stick in my blick when I walk around (Gang) I'm getting money with same ones I started with And I drop a drop I pour me sum extra shit (Hold on) I drop a sack get em wack get Texas hit (gang) I done really ran it up,without no handouts imma og If you wasn't rapping way back den , feel like you owe me One thing for certain I'll save money before a bitch I been quiet I been silent now im finna talk my shit Why would you pull up on a opp if you ain't gone and get him hit We shootin this bitch til it stop and then we turn em to a zip I came from rags to riches pockets filled with blues like a crip A nigga been doing this rap shit im just giving y'all a glimpse