What U Talkin Bout lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, Jefe
Tell it to all these f*ck n*ggas
DJ Drama

[Chorus]
If you a f*ck n*gga, keep my name out your mouth (Ah)
If you is tough n*gga, I'll come aim at your house (Boom, boom, boom)
I got a lotta bands and I got a lotta clout (Young Jefe)
If it ain't 'bout them bands, n*gga, what you talkin' 'bout?
Well, n*gga, what you talkin' 'bout? (Huh)
I don't care what you talkin' 'bout (I do not care)
Mama said why all this cash up in her house? (Why)
Sorry, momma, I don't know what you talkin' 'bout (Sorry, momma) Huh? (What you talkin' 'bout)

[Verse 1]
Glizzy got the pounds, smoke out the ounce (Ooh)
b*tch I'm talkin' 'bout almost a ticket for the house
Bet you never had two-hundred thousand in your couch
Ouch, sh*t make a pus*y n*gga pout (Pout)
Police kick the door, I don't know what they talkin' 'bout (No, no)
I won't run my mouth, snitches get put in the ground (Omerta)
You can ask around, I'm the hottest guy in town (Big Glizzy)
I never seen them out, don't know what they talkin' 'bout (Ah)
They ain't keep it one hundred when they see me comin' up (They didn't)
Streets hottest youngin, no, b*tch, I'm just warming up (Fire)
GG on my chain, bet you will never see it tucked (GG, we up)
You run up, you get bust (Boom, boom), show you I don't give no f*cks (Ah)
[Chorus]
If you a f*ck n*gga, keep my name out your mouth (Ah)
If you is tough n*gga, I'll come aim at your house (Boom, boom, boom)
I got a lotta bands and I got a lotta clout (Young Jefe)
If it ain't 'bout them bands, n*gga, what you talkin' 'bout?
Well, n*gga, what you talkin' 'bout? (Huh)
I don't care what you talkin' 'bout (I do not care)
(What you talkin' 'bout)
Mama said why all this cash up in her house? (Why)
(What you talkin' 'bout)
Sorry, momma, I don't know what you talkin' 'bout (Sorry, momma) Huh? (What you talkin' 'bout)

[Verse 2]
My young n*ggas be geeking, they be wylin' for no reason (Ah)
Got good men, gotta keep em, n*ggas switch up like the season (Yeah, yeah)
I'm not havin' no meeting (No), put that n*gga in the cement (Go)
b*tch n*gga we not beefing, or your family won't be eating (Oh)
If you come to my house, you see that chopper on the couch (Grrat)
Smoking on that OG, sh*t turned me to Mr. Chow
He can't afford an ounce, so he smoke on Black and Milds (God damn)
This sh*t I got too loud, can't hear sh*t he talkin' 'bout (Ayy)
Realest young n*gga, comin' straight up out the slums (Big Glizzy)
Glizzy Glizzy, b*tch, the king of District of Columb' (Bang, bang)
Ask any of my strippers, bet they never seen no ones (No, no)
Lil n*gga, you my son, f*cked yo sister and yo moms (Ah, ah, ah)
[Chorus]
If you a f*ck n*gga, keep my name out your mouth (Ah)
If you is tough n*gga, I'll come aim at your house (Boom, boom, boom, ah, ah, ah)
I got a lotta bands and I got a lotta clout (Young Jefe)
If it ain't 'bout them bands, n*gga, what you talkin' 'bout?
Well, n*gga, what you talkin' 'bout? (Huh)
I don't care what you talkin' 'bout (I do not care)
Mama said why all this cash up in her house? (Why)
Sorry, momma, I don't know what you talkin' 'bout (Sorry, momma) Huh? (What you talkin' 'bout)