Talkin’ Tough lyrics

[Intro]
Mm, mm
SRT on every Glock, (Thanks Yakree) SRT on every Glock, n*gga
SRT on every Glock

[Verse]
Why these n*ggas talking tough, like I won't get n*ggas touched
Big bankroll my pockets thurl, she say she done I don't give a f*ck
Poured a 4 off in my sprite, double up, double up, double my cup
Buying em' bodies n*gga f*ck that ice, won't turn out nice if you play with us
Trackstar, made n*ggas run, ffft, made a n*gga leg bend
They tryna' get Dot out the way, whoever they send a dead man
f*ck yo dog I'll say it again, b*tch we the ones who hit your mans
Left his hoe ass on thе curb, free KShordy tell em' get his mans
Wе put n*ggas up, new opp died, felt like a nut
Aw aw got that sh*t bad, .556 done hit his gut
You know we clean n*ggas up, left his b*tch ass stank as f*ck
Old opps want new beef, them n*ggas just some sitting ducks
Jarvo show me a 20 balled, dirty ass jit you broke as f*ck
You ain't been on no drills, almost got killed, the driver f*cked us up
Sliding with this hockey stick, tell me who head gon' be the puck
Kenajae sit yo young ass down, I'd hate having to come and f*ck you up
Y'all still in y'all mama house, n*gga don't go no money put up
That's why when y'all go to jail, you poor ass n*ggas be in there stuck
b*tch ass n*gga gotta take that L, you cuffing that hoe and Greenlight f*cked
Cracka must get rebirthed from hell, that b*tch ass n*gga keep gettin' up
Stood on business, bought them switches, send them b*tches to the city
Watch this 50 sang like Whitney, police want me, come and get me
All my opps some f*cking b*tches, Mookey b*tch ass need stitches
Calvin ass got shot up, hoe ass n*gga know he better not diss me
I stay sliding through the 6, cap ass n*gga ain't on sh*t
Run down, turned around too late all he could say is "Oh sh*t!"
Slide up on the opps, move like he puttin' on lotion
I put a opp on breaking news, I'm the one who got your bro hit
Other little boy screaming 22, shut the f*ck up you a whole snitch
You admitted to it, remember you told me, we was at practice b*tch
How the f*ck you smoking Leeke, your soft ass ain't gon' clap sh*t
I don't even want your b*tch, she tryna f*ck, that pus*y bap ass sh*t
Petey got hit Curt got on live, Bibby got smashed Foolio ain't slide
Smoke his past 2x whenever we ride, RodK got dropped old VL crying
n*ggas don't slide, these n*ggas be lying
Ask 6 what he did when Teki ass died
Cojack got slapped your b*tch ass ran
Kinda hard to believe you gonna pop that fire
We all we got, what you did about Dre
n*gga know we don't miss, smoke Mitch to the face
Mask up riding around through the 6 with a K
If your ass reading this then sorry you late
I ain't going on a date if I can't take Drac
n*gga run up on Dot, get shot in your face
These bullets too hot bake n*ggas like cake
Free 21, Kai, and free Lil Dre
Free the guys
[Outro]
n*gga free all the guys, n*gga free KSpazz, [?] man
n*gga already know how we f*cking rocking man
Free Lil Kai, free 21, free Dre man
Free all my n*ggas fighting them cases, we still smoking these dead ass
b*tch ass n*ggas and we standing on business n*gga
Any n*gga can get it n*gga, f*ck you n*gga, f*ck your momma, your daddy, your sister, your brother, f*ck all the opps n*gga
6K, n*gga, AV6K, b*tch!