Talkin’ My sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a n*gga
Then you can go meet with the n*gga (Let's lean)
Nowadays these n*ggas don't go to school
But they be at the crib tryna tweak with a n*gga
(Run that sh*t back, Khi)
I'm really finna just talk my sh*t on this ho, you feel me?
Hold on, hold on
Ayy, ayy (Gang)

[Verse 1]
Back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a n*gga
Then you can go meet with the n*gga (Let's lean)
Nowadays these n*ggas don't go to school
But they be at the crib tryna tweak with a n*gga (Uh, uh)
Ayy, 2015, b*tch I couldn't get a fee from a n*gga
Now boys wanna eat with a n*gga
Got on Say Cheese and blew up
They was sleep on a n*gga now they wanna speak on a n*gga
Gold on my chain like my jeweler just peed on a n*gga
Real ice, come and ski on a n*gga (Ice, ice)
She know I'm a dog, but you can't put a leash on a n*gga
We smoking a P in the sprinter (Damn, damn)
Go creep with my n*gga, she eat the p*nis for dinner
I still spit some heat in December (Okay)
OG in a swisher, pour up some lean with a killer
Then go hit the scene with my n*gga
Go hit a jugg I be stacking and moving (I'm stackin')
My n*ggas ballin' like passing and shooting (Grra, grra)
Like a vacation, we packing and moving
She taking a pic while I'm smacking her booty (On gang)
I eat the beat I be smacking and chewing
She eat the meat, she be gagging and drooling
Opps see a n*gga they laughing and cooling
When we see them n*ggas, we clappin' and shooting (Grra)
b*tch, I'm never lacking, my tool it be on
Still got the Glock with some Louis V on (On gang)
Hit from the back, man that coochie be gone
I'm in the coup dripping juice and Vlone
Don't-Don't got a bag, I won't get on a song
Don't-Don't got a bag b*tch you need you a loan
Not needing TD I just got in my zone
Your b*tch shaking ass on the app in my phone
Ayy, that lil' b*tch stalking my pics
Ayy, I might water faucet my wrist
Now I got her stalking my di*k (My di*k)
Now they got me talking my sh*t (My sh*t)
[Interlude]
Ayy, gang, hold on, ayy
Now they got me talking my sh*t
Ayy, they got me talking my sh*t
Lil' b*tch, ayy, they got me talking my sh*t

[Verse 2]
No love for a thot, I'm in love with them dollars
Spot me an opp make them fold like a collar (Grra)
She wanna kick it like we playing soccer
I'm still it the 4 with a Glock for a robber (On gang)
I heard you f*ck n*ggas be talking 'bout thuggin'
Signing they life, pus*y boy you a puppet (Huh)
You see them boys on the net and they clutching
f*ck n*ggas be naked when you see 'em in public (Dumbass)
Come to my show trynna trip and its over
Dogging your b*tch with the stick in the sofa (I'm on that)
I bought his b*tch, she be feeling this Yoda (On gang)
Gold on my chain I be feeling like Homer (Gang)
I do my thang toss a b*tch like a floater
Run up a check with my main in the Rover (I'm gone)
Drip like the rain with my gang 'til it's over
I used to hit stains, I'm the same but I'm older (Gang)

[Outro]
Ayy, I used to hit stains, but I'm older
Ayy, I used to hit stains, but I'm older
Ayy, b*tch, I used to hit stains, but I'm older, ayy