Pillow Talkin’ lyrics

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
Met this little b*tch last week
She told me 'bout a n*gga that she knew
Ended up being the same n*gga last month
Acting tough in the middle of some sh*t we got into, it's time to move
Whenever it's tour time, I'm 'bout my business
Had me peeking over your fence like Mr. Wilson
Shorty said I turn her on like Keri Hilson
Said she down to set him up so guarantee he 'bout to get it
Many blocks with extensions, if he try get extended
Hit him then hit the witness, we ain't tryin' to hit the prison
That's a cold case, in the car, watch the Wrath
Foreigns for his weight, boy
That K turn a tough n*gga Murda Ma$e, while he preachin'
I'm lemon squeezin', say he 'bout that beefin' but he vegan
Choppers chippin', I'm Chipper Jones when it's chippin' season
Run up on him while he eatin', give me a reason

[Hook: Joey Fatts]
Masked up, my strong arm steady
There's b*tch n*ggas hiding, give a f*ck if he ready
Have him [?] the mac and tell me, and run in with the sh*t
That's how a n*gga get hit, pillow talking to a b*tch
Masked up, my strong arm steady
There's b*tch n*ggas hiding, give a f*ck if he ready
Have him [?] the mac and tell me, and run in with the sh*t
That's how a n*gga get hit, pillow talking to a b*tch
[Verse 2: Joey Fatts]
Pillow talking could get you killed, n*gga
Guns loaded, masked up in your tilt, n*gga
I ain't playing, this sh*t for real, n*gga
I should've known you ain't no real n*gga
I'm built for this sh*t, these automatics spit then we dip
Blake Griffin, two nines, 32 with these clips
This n*gga lips running loose to a b*tch, that's where he lose
Telling her all his moves, creep up on him while he snooze
We make the news, dump the hammer and now a n*gga on
Back to the block where we flip it by the zone
Chasing dough with that purple in my Styrofoam
Screaming, "Rest in peace to the pimp," with a pocket full of stones
And it's f*ck what you talking 'bout
Had these cannons talk it out inside your momma house
Watch your mouth and stop yapping to these hoes, n*gga
‘Cause that same ho is telling me to come and get ya

[Hook: Joey Fatts]
Masked up, my strong arm steady
There's b*tch n*ggas hiding, give a f*ck if he ready
Have him [?] the mac and tell me, and run in with the sh*t
That's how a n*gga get hit, pillow talking to a b*tch
Masked up, my strong arm steady
There's b*tch n*ggas hiding, give a f*ck if he ready
Have him [?] the mac and tell me, and run in with the sh*t
That's how a n*gga get hit, pillow talking to a b*tch
[Outro: Krondon]
Hydro, eyes low, I know the Bible
So survival a second nature, n*gga, know it's vital
Rusty rifle, rush to fight you, fill a vacant title
Got her sniffing white, chase it with [?]
Screaming on her like a mass choir, sh*t
Police rush, a n*gga had priors, she's wired
Admire my South Central satire
Steady gang, it's no thing to flatten tires