Not Just Talking lyrics

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
The first gift I ever got was a used pistol
Can't believe I got rich off of instrumentals
My jack boys they'd be waitin', have them in your ceiling
You ain't never made no dog sh*t, you ain't went the distance
You see a n*gga up, now you in your feelings
You n*ggas like Peter Griffin, y'all just hate the chicken
It's like you're scared of the money, but I face the chicken
You got the last year's watch, our faces different
Leaving out the club with one b*tch, but I'm cravin' two
I'm really not an addict, but I'd bе cravin' juice
I don't like what dawg tryna servе me, so I waved the duce
Freaky b*tch got to squirtin' on me, then I start peein', too
Turned 24 A.P., boys seen more pape in my lifetime
I thought this b*tch is alone, the grip and grade in my lifeline
Flint n*ggas comin' up, we on the high time
We gon' switch it up, we don't shoot the crib, we throwin' pipe bombs
I just caught a play in Beacher, [?]
[?] n*ggas reppin' Blood [?] 55
[?] long one, this b*tch 59
[?] walkin' n*ggas down, who do drive-bys?
We don't play no games, I don't want no boys, they'd be sh*t-talkin'
My image caused violence, when they see me, they just get cautious
But our mate from the shot spent the whole [?]
[?] so much, I bought a kit off him
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Every day I'm f*ckin' up, runnin' up an easy nickel
Standin' on my bands, pourin' drink, crack the window
Make the news about some sh*t, I had an issue
Probably finna get some sh*t surrounded, hear me whistle
I break it down in increments, that's what I'm into
Probably wanna get your b*tch from over here, she [?]
Can tell that we were over here trappin', left big clues
[?] white ones around the wire, left big [?]
OK, now back to what I'm on, talkin' cocaine
Good crack, treat it like snacks, 20's [?]
Put my talent on display, right on the showcase
I'm only tryna hit it from the back, I'm comin' no face
He buggin' me for doubt load-up, I showed up late
n*gga don't think I'm f*cked up, but I'm low-paid
sh*t outer space, got a [?] taste
Big gift outside, finna blindfold [?]
Another 30 on the watch, just drift the time gone change
I ain't fallin' off anyway, gotta pamp' my change
12 racks back to back, having [?] days
I did a myriad of things, this sh*t just got displayed
Feel free, but still grindin', you can ride my wave
I got a lotta money on me, I ain't got no change
The n*ggas trappin' out bumpin', and I ain't got no caine

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Like we're gettin' out of school, I know a bail comin'
Been in here cookin' all day, you can smell lovin'
She let me f*ck after Louie, that's my big cousin
We'd ride with them 40's too, like we Dugg cousin
Engineer [?], take the hard drive
You gettin' your b*tch f*cked and goin' home, that's a hard drive
Don't say the wrong thing, and get hard-time
My closet looks good, this b*tch, the moral assault