Talk Talk Talk lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, good lookin' for this, Cali)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
My n*gga pour a whole lotta lean, but he don't sleep
My n*gga got the bows in, but they so cheap
How the f*ck is that your b*tch, but she want me?
That n*gga old and he broke, he an OG
First come, first serve, you got slow feet
This n*gga said some broke sh*t, he got no teeth
I will not eat that b*tch pus*y, she got roast beef
That n*gga cold as a b*tch, he got no heat
I thought I seen Lil E, he was four feet
I'm finna slide in his b*tch like a door key
I can tell you f*ck with that sh*t, you have nosebleeds

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Alright, forty racks, just on one piece
n*ggas tryna stretch that sh*t out, cut beef
I ain't tryna hash that sh*t out, you said f*ck me
560, I don't say sh*t, let the light speak
Twin turbos on this motherf*cker, move at light speed
Oh, you one of them typе of n*ggas, you got light cheese
Amiri jeans blue with thе stripes, but the sprite pink
It shine with the lights on it though, but his ice weak
I just made forty more racks, been a half week
I ain't gotta lie to kick it neither, getting fast cheese
Still got a hundred on me, all cash
n*ggas talk, talk, talk, talk, it's all bad
n*ggas f*ck around and spend another fifty, sh*t, I got
She told her n*gga she ain't f*cking with me, that ain't honest
Stood on everything I was supposed to, bro, I got us
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Damn
Caught a n*gga out, he got scared, give him jaz hands
Catch him coming out his place and be— trash can
Group of hoes came in the crib, I want the last friend
I just charged a n*gga 5k for some ad-libs
Another day, no sex, feel like a inmate
I just beat a n*gga ass bad up in intake
I just spent almost 20k on a fish tank
I just know her pus*y got a smell 'cause my tip stank
[?] talking very spicy, I need a p*ss break
In Miami getting money, I'm chilling with the Haitians
I know a n*gga riding down Dayton on some daytons
A n*gga always got twenty on him, like I'm Gary Payton
Your b*tch f*cked on one snitch, you better fear the fragrance
b*tch doing hair out the trap, yeah, I'm cool with braids
White boy got the best prices, yeah, I'm cool with Braden
Got the boogie man tatted, yeah, I'm cool with Jason

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
You only winning 'cause of your team, you Dion Waiters
I'm tryna catch all my plays, before Daylight Savings
Just 'cause your n*ggas made it, that don't mean you made it
How the f*ck is you a killer? I used to see you waving
They hit his ass with that Glock, you will see him later
You f*cked up right now, and you need a favor
You ain't did sh*t to your opps, and you n*ggas neighbors
My n*gga did the fool with the chop, like he up in [?]
Like he work at a barber shop, he be giving tapers