di*k Talk lyrics

Girl this di*k talk
Head, bread, bread
Girl this di*k talk
Help me out if I go to the feds
Girl this di*k talk
I'm tryna put it in between your legs
Ain't repeatin' sh*t
b*tch I said what I said

On the block shootin' dice
Phone might go dead
If she keep sendin' texts
I'ma leave her on read
Pocket full of homeboys
All of em' dead
Sent my cousin up the road
So we had to cut his dreads
Money bagg got Ari a lam
What you gettin' me?
Looked her dead in the eye
Like "what that mean to me?"
Gotta work for this
Gotta do more than just twerk for this
Keep the pistol in your purse for this
If you do that
Then I can see what I can do
All you wanna do is walk around with an attitude
Keep on hollerin'
I won't ever find a b*tch as bad as you
Baby daddy trippin' send them shooters through his avenue
Naw' you can't get a ride
I called a cab for you
Or a lyft
If you suck the di*k right
You get a gift
Smoke a spliff
Cup in my hand
I just drank a fifth