Talkin

Ayy, ayy, ayy Grrah Came in this bitch with my young nigga stuntin' You play with the gang and this Glock get to bustin' I went out to London and came back with somethin' I'm making that call and my young niggas comin' Facts, I was just stuffin' them grams in that 'Lac Told my lil' bro smoke a blunt and relax I might get to trippin' with P's in the back Got hundreds and fifties put up in a stash, ayy 'Member when I ain't had shit, now a lil' nigga got rich, ayy 'Member seeing bro trappin', now we livin' lavish Tried to run, he got shot in the back Still mad, I had to go ditch the MAC Caught him slipping, took him down for the packs I'ma just stack and go get the cash, ayy Big .44, ridin' 'round town with like four hoes Niggas hate 'cause my wrist froze Your brother fake, he not me though Boy approach me, then I open that bag 'Cause if we need it, then we takin' your bread Gotta watch who be talking to feds The police don't play 'cause they know what I'm with, bitch Used to be ridin' 'round with sticks, ayy Might just be fucking your bitch, ayy Bitch, I'm the king of my clique, ayy They always take me on the hits These new niggas gon' act like that they on something But they ain't on nothing, they know I, I keep my gun I beez in the trap, in all black, the G's in the back On Titus'on Ave with no L's, but keys to the pad I'm really with that, a nigga play, I'm getting him whacked It really get sad, these niggas tough until they get smacked Come to the door, sell a four, then send his ass home I go to the ham, I'm untouched, these niggas be hoes I'm wondering though why they got artillery for Bitch, leave me alone, it ain't no fame from me in them songs Bitch, we know how to make money fast, 'cause we the trending topics Niggas think they on my ass, man, tell them niggas stop it Bought my bitch a Fendi bag, because she really popping Now I turn up, throw some money every time a nigga bring the city out Fifty rounds when lil' glizzy out Selling guns out my mama house If they slide, then let 'em slide, I ain't tryna see what they talkin' 'bout Fifty rounds when lil' glizzy out Selling guns out my mama house If they slide, then let 'em slide, I ain't tryna see what they talkin' 'bout (They talkin' 'bout)