(Irock on the beat)
Ayy, ayy
Let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
I'ma take your bitch 'cause she not yours
Nachos, pockets, the tacos
Let me talk to 'em, let me tell 'em, ayy
Speaking 'bout racks, I'm ready, ayy
Fucking with the gang, she jealous, ayy
Beat a ho up, I'm reckless, ayy, yeah
Let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
He be calling my phone, let me talk to him
I put a nigga on, let me talk to him
Ayy, hold up, bitch, talk to 'em
He calling my phone, let me talk to him
I put a nigga on, let me talk to him
Ayy, hold up, bitch, talk to 'em
Yeah, yeah
Eyes real low, she Asian
Body like that, get paid
Might get freaky on stage
Beat shit up, Johnny Cage
Brought her some sticks, she stayed
She ain't give a damn, she laid
I was shooting dice on the pavement
Real street nigga, get paid, ayy, uh
Ayy, look at me now
I'm bigger than town
I'm bigger than 'round
He square like a pound
I drip like a fountain
Bad, bad niggas, stop pouting
I count money without counting
I can make noise without sound
I can do the drip without drowning
Got six rings, no Audi
Yeah, yeah
Play if you want, let's do it
We got the stick, get to it
Blow his ass up, blew it
Yeah, yeah
Let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
I'ma take your bitch 'cause she not yours
Nachos, pockets, the tacos
Let me talk to 'em, let me tell 'em, ayy
Speaking 'bout racks, I'm ready, ayy
Fucking with the gang, she jealous, ayy
Beat a ho up, I'm reckless, ayy, yeah
Let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
He be calling my phone, let me talk to him
I put a nigga on, let me talk to him
Ayy, hold up, bitch, talk to 'em
He calling my phone, let me talk to him
I put a nigga on, let me talk to him
Ayy, hold up, bitch, talk to 'em
Ayy, come here, bitch, let me talk to 'em
You don't want no smoke, I'ma buy for us
Them shoes you copped, I got those
Been counting big racks, bitch, nachos
Let me tell you something, I don't know hoes
We ain't skipping no block, no Uno
I plug my plug named Chuno
Good gas, get high like Pluto
Ayy, young nigga strapped with a semi, baow
You ain't do shit when your niggas died
I ain't got shit to hide, sneak diss
I don't wear pride, just cut my side
Take a nigga down like you playing for the Falcons
With a lean bag, how you bitches out vouching
And my swag on fleek, ex-nigga left drowning
You are not me, lil' ho, I got standards
Ayy, let me talk to 'em one time
My shooter be happy on drill like good times
He'll split a block like two times
He Tony Montana, I'm his lil' boy, huh?
You don't really, really, really want none
I'm paid, your mama still shop with coupons
If you want, then do something
Ain't that enough smoke?
Steady talking 'bout what you not on
Let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
I'ma take your bitch 'cause she not yours
Nachos, pockets, the tacos
Let me talk to 'em, let me tell 'em, ayy
Speaking 'bout racks, I'm ready, ayy
Fucking with the gang, she jealous, ayy
Beat a ho up, I'm reckless, ayy, yeah
Let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
He be calling my phone, let me talk to him
I put a nigga on, let me talk to him
Ayy, hold up, bitch, talk to 'em
He calling my phone, let me talk to him
I put a nigga on, let me talk to him
Ayy, hold up, bitch, talk to 'em
Ayy, hold up, wait, let me count this cake
Ain't talking 'bout cat, get the fuck out my face
Niggas get killed every day, nigga, 'round my way
Ain't too much I gotta say, my name hold weight
'Round shit get slow, then we go back to taping
Don't say nothing, you beat that case
Brand new foreign got paper plates
I get high like Asians
Hold up, wait, let me talk to 'em
Free Von, 12 got him locked, he still won't talk to 'em
Beat it raw, shoot his ass straight in the face, don't talk to him
Pop my shit, let me talk to 'em
When that Glock get popped, nigga, where you gon' run to?
New opp pack and it's fun too
Big pieces, cold, bitch, my wrist a fucking roll
We got that sack, still trap in the colder
He too sweet, I serve him all soda
We got more choppers than Magnolia
Came from the dirt, got super loaded
Brother got life, still talk to him
Cut that bitch off, I don't talk to her
My wrist lit, neck full of diamonds, they talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
I'ma take your bitch 'cause she not yours
Nachos, pockets, the tacos
Let me talk to 'em, let me tell 'em, ayy
Speaking 'bout racks, I'm ready, ayy
Fucking with the gang, she jealous, ayy
Beat a ho up, I'm reckless, ayy, yeah
Let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
He be calling my phone, let me talk to him
I put a nigga on, let me talk to him
Ayy, hold up, bitch, talk to 'em
He calling my phone, let me talk to him
I put a nigga on, let me talk to him
Ayy, hold up, bitch, talk to 'em
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