SH!TTALK

Aye! Let me talk my shit Let me talk my shit, man Let me talk my shit! Welcome to signals bitch! It's cooksters you fucking asshole! Had to come back to let em' know we really here to stay Signals everywhere, on your table-chair, on your wraith! Signals on ya' home, on ya' dome! We ain't done, okay? Signals in ya' veins, on your chest, on your fucking face! Bitch! Calling out each one of you bums, you all can catch this fade! Specially' you hatin' bitches, finds you a job today Let alone a pastime, cause' hating ain't no pastime It show that you just insecure, let's take a look at that screen time Two hours total spent on my account, still recognition Streaming "Valley Fever," say you hate it, thanks for the listens! Yuh! We still getting eyes, while you gettin' nowhere You just jealous bout our talent, but I won't even go there Like wtf man Dick ridin' T, you can't get on top of me Put your boys on a track, get your beats off the map Get my dick out your mouth, come and say it to my face Hope somebody praying for you, cause' I sure ain't saying grace! May the lord forgive me for killin' this man Motherfuckers really think he him, cause he lost him some weight Look at me one more time, come and say it on my face What you really trying to say, cause' I ain't playing these games How you put a cat on your shirt, but can't get no pussy? Is it cause your bitch ass might just be too pussy? Nah, he's fuckin' good That motherfucker don't miss man All those weak ass fits, all that weak ass drip Plus you made that shit, handcrafted out the toilet You can suck my dick! This motherfucker is not playin'! Gon' be a real miracle if I even let your ass live Puss! Cooksters be cookin' Yuh! Cause these motherfuckers really wanna put us in a box man Cooksters on yo' bitch!