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Talk My Shit (feat. 1WayKooley)
by Been Havin Kp
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I just pull up straight to MBC I gotta talk my shit
Nigga worried bout young Kp need to go and watch your bitch
Every nigga round me stepping it ain't shit to send a blitz
I was stuck up in the trap telling everybody I'll be rich
I'm a trap god with this load can find the brokest nigga and turn him rich
When I up this bitch gone stutter
This Glock 21 it came with a switch
45 all my glocks no .40 or 9 these niggas too broke they behind
Neighbor keep tripping I'm moving bout 10 at a time
Them motherfuckers done made a line
I ran this shit up by myself no help I'm fine
Young nigga rich having I don't gotta sign
Fuck nigga play like some hair then he dyeing
I got glocks and sticks every time that I slide
Drip everywhere nigga know I ain't hiding
Say that's yo man you seen him and you ain't even ride
Serving bags all day I'm mother fucking tired
Fuck nigga play bet we slide like a slide
I just pull up straight to MBC I gotta talk my shit
Nigga worried bout young Kp need to go and watch your bitch
Every nigga round me stepping it ain't shit to send a blitz
I was stuck up in the trap telling everybody I'll be rich
I just pull up straight MBC I gotta talk my shit
Nigga worried bout young Kp need to go and watch your bitch
Every nigga round me stepping it ain't shit to send a blitz
I was stuck up in the trap telling everybody I'll be rich
Pop out with glocks when we slide with them sticks
My mind on them M's I'm not worried bout no bitch
We having big racks used to count the counterfeit
Lil bitty boy you is a bitch
Trap house jumping yeah Monday to Sunday
Slide on the back road we pop out with cutters
All of my niggas my potnas my brothers
You ain't one of them then lil nigga fuck ya
Whole gang going to the top we gone fly away
These fuck niggas know they can't touch us
Nigga want problems you know that we solve them
We slide on yo block you know it can get hectic
Young turnt nigga in the mother fucking VIP
And I'm popping these bottles in the mother fucking section
I can't help it my fingers they stuck to this paper you know I got money fetish
I just pull up straight to MBC I gotta talk my shit
Nigga worried bout young Kp need to go and watch your bitch
Every nigga round me stepping it ain't shit to send a blitz
I was stuck up in the trap telling everybody I'll be rich
I just pull up straight MBC I gotta talk my shit
Nigga worried bout young Kp need to go and watch your bitch
Every nigga round me stepping it ain't shit to send a blitz
I was stuck up in the trap telling everybody I'll be rich
I just pull up straight to MBC I gotta talk my shit
Nigga worried bout young Kp need to go and watch your bitch
Every nigga round me stepping it ain't shit to send a blitz
I was stuck up in the trap telling everybody I'll be rich
I'm a trap god with this load can find the brokest nigga and turn him rich
When I up this bitch gone stutter
This Glock 21 it came with a switch
45 all my glocks no .40 or 9 these niggas too broke they behind
Neighbor keep tripping I'm moving bout 10 at a time
Them motherfuckers done made a line
I ran this shit up by myself no help I'm fine
Young nigga rich having I don't gotta sign
Fuck nigga play like some hair then he dyeing
I got glocks and sticks every time that I slide
Drip everywhere nigga know I ain't hiding
Say that's yo man you seen him and you ain't even ride
Serving bags all day I'm mother fucking tired
Fuck nigga play bet we slide like a slide
I just pull up straight to MBC I gotta talk my shit
Nigga worried bout young Kp need to go and watch your bitch
Every nigga round me stepping it ain't shit to send a blitz
I was stuck up in the trap telling everybody I'll be rich
I just pull up straight MBC I gotta talk my shit
Nigga worried bout young Kp need to go and watch your bitch
Every nigga round me stepping it ain't shit to send a blitz
I was stuck up in the trap telling everybody I'll be rich
Pop out with glocks when we slide with them sticks
My mind on them M's I'm not worried bout no bitch
We having big racks used to count the counterfeit
Lil bitty boy you is a bitch
Trap house jumping yeah Monday to Sunday
Slide on the back road we pop out with cutters
All of my niggas my potnas my brothers
You ain't one of them then lil nigga fuck ya
Whole gang going to the top we gone fly away
These fuck niggas know they can't touch us
Nigga want problems you know that we solve them
We slide on yo block you know it can get hectic
Young turnt nigga in the mother fucking VIP
And I'm popping these bottles in the mother fucking section
I can't help it my fingers they stuck to this paper you know I got money fetish
I just pull up straight to MBC I gotta talk my shit
Nigga worried bout young Kp need to go and watch your bitch
Every nigga round me stepping it ain't shit to send a blitz
I was stuck up in the trap telling everybody I'll be rich
I just pull up straight MBC I gotta talk my shit
Nigga worried bout young Kp need to go and watch your bitch
Every nigga round me stepping it ain't shit to send a blitz
I was stuck up in the trap telling everybody I'll be rich
