Talkn' Sht

Shit on god hoe Like what you on though Shout out gang though Just like a baseball game we're rolling up right to the eight You got that box in the mail that's a hundred dollar play Just took a picture of my meal that's a hundred dollar plate We getting spotted up by 12 go to the alley switch the plates I caught him like a fishing rod and yo dumb ass was the bait Bitch I'm right every time I ain't need no debate Bitch we walked into the party and we asking where the bumps at Bad lil hoe short as fuck yeah I could bump that Staying isolated I'm just trying to get my bag right Diamonds dance like ballerina I don't need no flashlight Brother Face Timing me oh he got a Benz aye Big big shit talker I be swerving in the fast lane I don't fuck with bitches cause them hoes gone get me trapped man He trying to give me money got him thinking I'm the trap man Past midnight hoe tell me to come over Dumb ass bitch yeah I know that shit is set up You gone fall off in two years yeah that's something I wanna bet on You always struggling in life but I'm gone tell you keep your head up Bitch give it motherfucking dome like a lair They gone say that that's gwaupisaac but bitch I'm the thot slayer Boy I know your ass a snake cutting through you like some paper That bitch said that I give her goosebumps I ain't know I was a razor I ain't from Arkansas but I'll ball just like a razor back Jugged your ass in school and now you can't get your eraser back About a bitch and about a bag hoe I can't sit down and chat Always on my feet like an Olympian I'm running The reason I got out is be to tell your bitch ass I run it Okay you thinking bout a diss let me tell you boy you shouldn't Told me he missing a red key don't look at me bitch I ain't took it See me at a show that bitch started creaming like some fucking fettuccine Cheifing up the gas I just filled the bowl and I'ma clean it Hoe I'm wiping off the surface I ain't talking bout a Kleenex Punch God punch God I'm punching bitch I got a reflex That bitch said she look like Ken Carson she don't look like Teen X Bitch be all up in my fucking comments know she wanna beat it Pussy in my messages you know that I will leave you bleeding She told me that she needed me I told that bitch that I don't need it Call me clean as fuck looking like my water came from Fiji Police wet him up on the body count you don't believe me Oh you want get in the rap game just know this shit ain't easy Taking deep ass muddy steps like we in the jungle 200 for them clothes you know that I ain't need a bundle Catch me and gang blowing up like we on the space shuttle I don't want a conversation if that shit ain't bout a hundred Motherfucker smiling hard bitch ain't shit funny Why don't your ass wanna scratch one on one boy you a dummy You a gay ass hoe all your friends gone get to jumping I see 12 I stop clutching I see 12 I get a tucking Thinking this shit sweet bitch I don't owe nothing