Smooth Shit Talking

(Thank you, jxlan, I appreciate you, man)

Y'ello

Fanta give me heartburn, I'ma need a Sprite

I'm fucked up, I see a regular woman when I see a dyke

I got two bitches that I love, shit ain't even right

Messy ass nigga, lowkey I wanna see a fight

Now he 'bout to win, niggas claim they puttin' belt to ass, but only shot the crib

Pop a nigga on Saginaw and went and got some ribs

Ri' and Packman, shit get ugly like Gianna Sins

(The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that)

Shit talkin' 'til I die, I need an orthodontist

Astaghfirullah 'bout this money, I'll smoke a toddler

Drink lean, niggas treat me like I fuck with powder

They discontinued Wockhardt, almost smoked the doctor

Chauncey Billups with this dick, I got a poker problem

She told you what a real man was, but don't know her father

Dog shit in every pocket and it's odor causin'

Brodie been gay since day one, he don't own a closet

I'm from Flint, but this brick came from Bogota

.44 Magnum hit his top, knock his shoulder off

If Lizzo let me hit it, man, I'm fuckin' her closure off

He had asthma, told bro to take the motherfuckin' blower off him, we got his inhaler

It's Da Yung OG and Da Packman, bitch, they been waitin'

Five different kind, I got real flavor

It's okay, we gon' let him get away, he gettin' killed later

They ain't like me back then, them niggas still hatin'

I'm at a studio with no pills, I feel crazy, like

But, I drunk some drank

I wanna hit her raw, but her butt had stank

I BP'ed the V in case a nigga try to bust at Tay

This bitch just made me babysit my daughter, I'm stuck today

But, I can still rap, I told Ant to pull up today, bring a cup of drank

He had twenty-five pills, but a couple fake

Thirty-two hundred for a pint, I still fuck with Tre

I need another eight, ain't have enough today

I ain't get my hair braided, bae, I'm lookin' kinda rough today

But, we can still fuck today

I shoot a video today, it's goin' up today, I got Fill with me

Bitch, he still with me, I got Will with me, I got steel with me and we kill quickly

I'm with YN Jay

Baby Ghost innocent, don't believe what my cousin say

Nigga touch me, I'm gettin' five niggas touched today

I remember days I wasn't touchin' pape'

Now, I don't even wanna touch the pape'

I let lil' bro thumb through that shit like it's fuckin' fake

I got drug head friends, I'll get you killed for a cup of drank

I shot him 'cause I wanted a half a pint, but it wasn't an eight

It was a half a line missin' like he cut the drank

They hit him in his head, now, ooh, somethin' stank, he just pooed himself

I'm so motherfuckin' rich, I'll boo myself

Aight

Ah, what the fuck I look like shootin' myself

Lil Cheddar Bob ass nigga