talkn shit - ytb fatt lyrics
[intro]
uh
i got them members with me in the booth right now (yo, ben)
lil’ murda, come here, lil’ murda
come here, dead end
yeah
splat, give me that drac’, right there, right there
yeah, yeah, uh
yeah, yeah, right there, splat, right there, right there
yeah, yeah, uh
tracboy, come here, tracboy
yeah, yeah, uh
lot of n*ggas wanna speak on this gang sh*t ’til they get clapped
n*gga, we still got them choppers, dracs and glocks at granny house, n*gga
alright, alright, yeah, ayy
c*ck the drac’, n*gga, let ’em know it’s real, n*gga
[verse]
lot of n*ggas wanna play with this gang sh*t ’til they get clapped
n*gga, i still been thumbin’ through the packs ever since i lost my house
n*gga, the sun been shinin’ ’round this b*tch, f*ck a drought
n*gga, when they ask who shot me, i was like, “what you talkin’ ’bout?”
we them young n*ggas gettin’ ’em in and out, in and out the trap
me and bang up in the track’, hoes a cord, put ’em out
n*gga, i was slingin’ that scale in grandma house, half a p in the couch
i’ve been havin’ that rank in my hood since i was a jit, i don’t need a vouch
boy, you can’t come here with nothin’, you gon’ say what you saw, young n*gga puttin’ ps in the couch
i’m so committed to this street sh*t, n*gga, he did’ll never come out my mouth
n*gga, my house just caught on fire, still tryna put a hundred g’s in the vault
bank just hit me like, “where you at? come with me to pick up a hundred ball”
n*gga, we know you ain’t no k!ller, every time you see an opp, we the first you call
i knew marley g was gon’ get him, drop my mouth, i’m just playin’ it off
i just pray to god, with this fire wood sh*t, i’ma give it my all
haven’t scorched that sh*t with them n*ggas, every time we came through, they had called the laws
uh, n*gga, this life we live, we gotta take these dracs in the mall
yeah, if a n*gga ain’t playin’ they role, we gon’ take him off
yeah, i told my n*gga don’t touch the pot, just let it dissolve
n*gga, when i signed my deal, them k!llers the first i called
i ain’t never tried to rush the process, i stayed down for this
i knew you wasn’t a real n*gga, you kept it counterfeit
when you start touchin’ money, new folks come around the sh*t
my young n*gga just dumped the clip, he say, “you better lay it down for this”
yeah, young n*gga sold your role, you ain’t really down for this, yeah
i’m yellin’, “free lil yak”, he in jail for keepin’ a bl!ck, yeah
n*gga, every time i see lil’ homie, pourin’ your rent, yeah
n*gga, this sh*t in my mouth for real, ain’t just talkin’ sh*t
[outro]
(yo, ben)
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