Letra Talk sh*t par Dee Watkins

Yeah

This sh*t too hard

Hah

Uh, dancin', yeah, my diamonds they be prancin'
I'ma a hood n***a, baby, ain't romantic
I be out in Florida with finessin' and scammin'
Goin' hard 'til I put my momma in a mansion

Two bad b*t*hes at the same damn time, uh
You ain't talkin' money, don't bang my line, ah
f**k her from the back, I be breaking her spine
They gon' pay me what you owe me, don't care if it's a dime

I got n***as in that dog cage, uh
Threw my n***as out the cell block, yuh
We was trappin' in the hallways, uh
Never listen 'cuz my hair high, are you tellin' me

You're proud of me, you the same n***a doubted me
Now you tryna come around the tea
Why you watchin' me? On the grass she be blockin' me
In real life, she wanna swallow me, but I'm a

Hood n***a, but I'm on my boss sh*t
Running up the bands like a n***a doin' crossfit
And my b*t*h real bad, so she talk sh*t
I'm a boss n***a, so you know I need a boss b*t*h

Yuh, hood n***a, but I'm on that boss sh*t
Running up the bands like a n***a doin' crossfit
And my b*t*h real bad, so she talk sh*t
I'm a boss n***a, so you know I need a boss b*t*h (Listen)

Gucci, Louis, Prada, n***a, spoil me on some boss sh*t
Straight from out them trenches, but I'm nothin' less than raw, b*t*h
I got my cash, so f**k your bag, I'ma talk sh*t
Red sporty b*t*h, but my name ain't Robin

Fine eye, b*t*h, super bad, but she picky
Broke n***as make me sick, ugh, don't come near me
I ain't talkin' fightin', but it's hard for you to hit me
I'm a boss b*t*h, I need a boss n***a with me, b*t*h

Hood n***a, but I'm on my boss sh*t
Running up the bands like a n***a doin' crossfit
And my b*t*h real bad, so she talk sh*t
I'm a boss n***a, so you know I need a boss b*t*h

Yuh, hood n***a, but I'm on that boss sh*t
Running up the bands like a n***a doin' crossfit
And my b*t*h real bad, so she talk sh*t
I'm a boss n***a, so you know I need a boss b*t*h