What Dey Talkin lyrics

[Intro: Slim 400]
n*ggas don't f*ckin' understand (Hol' up, hol' up)
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[Verse: Slim 400]
b*tches hating on a n*gga, but they still love me
Mind through Bompton, front lining, miss the dead homies
Never switched, made it gangsta, all I throw is T's (Piru)
And leave these n*ggas in the street, so they think of me
Cold killer, n*ggas know, I don't f*ck with who?
Information from a b*tch, so I'm sliding through
Gutter Slim, ain't changed, but my money do (Haha)
And f*ck these snake ass n*ggas, is that a homie of you?
Ain't my friend, ain't my foe, I don't f*ck with you
All I do is get this money and stay hella true
[?] made n*gga, who the f*ck is you? (Who are you?)
Got a lot at granny house, and made a dub or two
Make this money, get this money, all I f*cking do (Haha)
Snitch n*ggas b*tch made, yeah, I f*cking knew (Ayy, look)
Got a plan to get these mil's dolla-dollar bill (Tap me out)
Ain't no slippin', ain't no lackin', gotta keep it trill

[Chorus: GP3]
My whip all black, I got the seats red
Youngest n*gga winning
Bangin' Bloods, getting to the bread
Lil' baby face
She love the pimpin', but I love the head
n*ggas always asking what I do, they talking to the feds
Really 'bout a bag, b*tch I need it now
I be stacking bags, filling bags like a cash cow
Snake ass n*ggas pillow talking to the b*tches now
n*ggas acting hard until I see 'em
They be goin' out
[Verse 3: Celly Ru]
Throw up the gang, n*ggas know the name
Celly Ru, [?] Village Piru, only thing I bang
What you claim?
[?], my lil' drillers aim
I'm from [?]
Ain't no [?] with me, they bang hella gangs
I'm from [?], n*ggas know who really put it on the map
Streets' a wrap, it don't really matter
We the king of that
"Get a bag", what I tell a b*tch
How I leave her ass
She a fad, we gon' plunge in that, she won't [?]
Set her down, put her in a room
She won't leave the trap
What's the count?
She gon' come correct if we bring it back
Lil' n*gga tryna eat a mil'
He can't eat a rack
10k is really [?] money
He feel rich with that
Pull up with a stick
If he ain't from here, he get stripped with that
Put his lil' b*tch ass in the dirt and you can't get him back
Kick over the candles at the spot them n*ggas lit him at
He the reason why his dawg ain't livin'
How you live with that? (Haha)
[Chorus: GP3]
My whip all black, I got the seats red
Youngest n*gga winning
Bangin' Bloods, getting to the bread
Lil' baby face
She love the pimpin', but I love the head
n*ggas always asking what I do, they talking to the feds
Really 'bout a bag, b*tch I need it now
I be stacking bags, filling bags like a cash cow
Snake ass n*ggas pillow talking to the b*tches now
n*ggas acting hard until I see 'em
They be goin' out

[Outro: Slim 400]
Hahaha
And these n*ggas want me to leave the bity
I mean they just want me just to up and move
But I ain't goin' for it
Ayy, b*tch if you want me
Ayy, b*tch come holla at me
n*gga, I'm doing this sh*t for Bompton, n*gga
Bompton what it is, n*gga
Bye ([?])