Talking Ish

I know niggas plottin' I know they want me, but that hammer on me

When I go to bed, when I go to sleep got the gun in the sheet

Or I got me a bitch, I got me some money, either three of the three

She say she wan' eat, so I up my meat, said bon appétit

You don't fuck with me, you don't fuck with me, that what it's gon' be

I come from the trenches I had to get paid, ain't nothin' for free

Chopper from Greece make your bitch-ass go jump in the creek

I'm drivin' this bitch with my phone, we talkin' a car with no key

I hop in the V, go to the stu' and go drop me a V

This bitch talkin' to us, she talkin' to you, she talkin' to me

I had fifteen blunts today, bae, you should see what I see

I see pigeons in a heard, and I see flyin' sheep

You talk on the beef, you talkin' to me, but talk is too cheap

You sneak dissin' me to her and he but we gonna see

Hit that bitch with the du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du, she be like, "Aw, shit"

Hit his ass with the du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du, he tryna talk shit

Ballout gonna pull up and pop your ass like a balloon, nigga (like a balloon)

I'm in the Maybach I'm ridin' it like it's a broom, nigga (like it's a broom)

Get the shit clear when the elephant up in the room, nigga (up in the room)

And I got a .45 Glock, it's next to the shrooms, nigga (next to the shroom)

Leave your bitch-ass bloody red, we leave you maroon, nigga (leave you maroon)

Doom-doom-doom-doom-doom, we makin' it home, nigga (makin' it home, du-du-du)

I was just rollin' the pack up, we call it the strong, nigga (call it the strong)

Get in the kitchen, get your ass off of the phone, nigga

I always wished that the money and me had a bond, nigga

If you ain't never quit, you would've won, nigga (you would've won)

You want the bitch? I'm sellin' her, send me the funds, nigga (sends me the fun)

Feelin' a way 'bout it, then go get your gun, nigga (go get your gun)

Ayy, I fell in love with bein' rich (rich)

With a rich bitch, how she rich? She don't ask me for shit

Told my lil' cousin don't ask me for shit

We used to see how high we could get (high we can get)

Used to go and buy me a split (huh)

You might see me out sellin' the shit (sellin' the shit)

When my granny was tellin' me shit

I was on some rebellious shit

"So, why you keep buyin' cars?"

This for Rosa, Harriet and 'nem (Harriet 'nem)

Ridin' around with Thirty and them (huh)

I don't know no one as scary as him (scary as him)

Tell that lil' ole fool, just be cool, fore' ya'll be buryin' him

Glad I ain't get a job 'cause I hate work

Bitch ate me like dessert, but she ate first

She ate my dick up on the spot, you went on a date first

Nah, I ain't jokin', April Fools, nigga, it's May 1st

Smokin' that gasolina, ridin' with Nina in back of the V-na

Why I didn't show up to court? I do not know it's gon' get me subpoenaed

Know she gon' let me freak her, say she don't squirt, she is a creamer

Fifty for a show, fifty for a verse, nigga ain't answer for neither

I'm in a new spaceship I'm finna go pick up a eater (pick up a eater)

Bitch thought I was gon' love her, but I'm a demon, I had to leave her (huh)

Bitch is a dick pleaser, and when she be suckin' she is a teaser

Make me up the Nina, up the Nina and macarena (macarena)

I don't want your thot, you can keep her

Even though she gon' stop when she see us (stop when she see us)

Man, I be loaded with racks, I be countin' up guap in the theater

We was up in the theater, I seen a bad bitch and I'm stoppin' to meet her (huh)

She took pics in the Rolls, dropped the bitch off, she hopped in a beater

Got enough diamonds for leisure, if I go broke and so happen to need 'em

She know my pockets is green, and she bit that apple I Adam and Eve'd her

I make her call me daddy, when I be fuckin' I slap and I beat her

Got a lil' bitch in the club, throw 10K when I pop in and see her

Young nigga comin' from nothin', hop out the Rolls, hop in the Lambo'

Then when I hop out the Lambo', hop in the Maybach, call it the Limo

And we got sticks like Rambo, bitch we got guns, never run out of ammo

I can get hit any hood in blend in, bitch you can call me camo

Got LV on my sandal, this ain't no fraud, no this ain't no scandal

Ridin' around with a fan, think you hot, we blow out your candle

Beat yo' ass with a whippet, not the small one, the one with the handle

Foenem'll take your life so never take that shit for granted

White Vet, black stripes, ridin' in a zebra

I don't fuck with niggas, you know I'm my brothers keeper

Playin' with my money, pussy, know this shit get deeper

Ridin' through my city, I'm a reaper

Nigga laid up on his back he a sleeper

Forgiatos color money, color jalapeños

Out in L.A. ridin' around wit' a singer

And I'm ridin' 'round with my bees we'll sting ya

I don't love bitches, nigga, you know that I'm a cheater

Since I got the pounds she think she can smoke the weed up

I ain't even gotta pop out to be G'd up

I po' up in the club, all the hoes on me geeked up

I'm sippin' on lean, Styrofoam like a tea cup

Nigga talkin' down, when I'm around, speak up

Ten thousand a month I spend on my speaker

Playin' wit' my name, nigga, get you a t-shirt