Talking Crazy lyrics

[Intro]
(NickeyP)
It's Thirty, what up?
Huh, it's my flow too

[Verse]
Hm, I got O's and P's
Hm, I got 'bows and keys
Hm, when the roses green
Huh, you was 'pose to leave
Hm, when them bullets on your ass, you suppose to breathe
Huh, thinkin' I'm startin' to like holes, I got holes in me
Hm, where the sl*ts at? Where the shakey butts at?
Huh, I can't do no lazy sh*t, you gotta f*ck back
Huh, I think I'm 'bout to take my face and go get one tatt
Huh, she sick she can't get in the car, her booty wasn't fat
Hm, I like bougie b*tches
Hm, hot jacuzzi b*tches
Hm, I done started sippin' drank, that's why my moods me different
Hm, every time her mouth move, my cup be movin' with it
Huh, she say she like to be around me, I'm the coolest n*gga
Like, I'on never do too much but talk crazy
Hm, my first petrol was a pound, I never bought eighty's
Huh, my bae so cute, I like to treat her like a tall baby
Huh, she said she tryna get a coat, I told her, "Call Macys"
Like, we can start there, they might got somethin'
Hm, I can tell by her hair, I think she got somethin'
Huh, I told pops, "Be out on the lookout, it's a box comin'"
When it get there, please open with your hands, don't use a box cutter
Hm, my sh*t bet' not be short a gram, or they some shot-f*ckers
Hm, my trap slap like McDonald’s, but we don't got nuggets
Hm, I'm in the field for real
Hm, still tryna heal for real
Hm, I need to chill for real
Hm, I need a million deal
Hm, I gotta keep my pistol close so I can feel concealed
Hm, I got some dogsh*t in my pocket, but I still can steal
Huh, like, I'on even think I'm 'pose to pay for chips
Huh, n*gga, them your f*ckin' kids, how you babysittin'?
Hm, how you start some sh*t with me and then play the victim?
Huh, you really wanna win the game? You gotta take positions
Like, everybody on the team got a job
Huh, you not gon' catch me with a b*tch if she don't got a vibe
Hm, I don't know what pants to buy, just went down a size
Hm, lil' bro don't care where I'm gon' go, he just be down to ride
Bae, I got my jewelry on, so cut the lights off
Hm, I can't do no hard butts, I only like soft
Huh, Jeff don't do the hard no more, he only like soft
Kevin owe me money, I knocked at the door, he cut the lights off
Hm, I used to sit at Shawn house and get my car fixed
Huh, he'll put your whip back together for a hard fix
Huh, she say she don't get off 'til 3, she work the hard shift
I can't drop this song yet, I gotta get a few bars fixed
Hm, my neck a snow cone
Hm, my bed get soaked on
Hm, you can't wear no thong
Hm, don't put no clothes on
Huh, she like the way I'm livin', she don't wanna go home
We can go anywhere you wanna eat, I'm not your broke bros
Huh, I like the way she eat me up, I think her throat gold
Huh, she say she wanna make a movie, let's get a GoPro
Hm, I gotta make two more songs before I go home
Huh, the n*ggas you with ain't on sh*t, them n*ggas both hoes
Huh, b*tch, I'm turnt up
Hm, I can't turn down
Hm, yo' coochie burnt up
Hm, it's gettin' turned down
Hm, your pockets f*cked up
Huh, they make the hurt sound
Hm, I think I'm my b*tch daddy, I bought her first gown
Huh, why everytime bro in the kitchen, I hear bird sounds?
Huh, I can't feel my whole right side, they turned my nerves down
Hm, I had this pipe for a minute, that's why it turned brown
Hm, I think I really like this b*tch, I'm on my third smile
[Outro]
Come on, n*gga
Real Money Counter, MINE sh*t, b*tch
It's Thirty