CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Talk My sh*t
I swear to god y'all make it to easy man
I heard a rumor that you miss me tho
I'm baaaaack
(Hook)
Mawf**ka we the kings out here
I swear lemme talk my sh*t (lemme talk my sh*t)
I'm the champ every finger got a ring aw yeah
Lemme talk my sh*t (lemme talk my sh*t)
Real talk we the real deal f**k how they feel
b*t*h get off my d**k (b*t*h get off my d**k)
I don't cry over spilt milk but I still will kill I will not miss
b*t*h get off my d**k
(Verse 1)
Just put my earplugs in man they talkin' too much
Heard they mad that I got clout
I know they've watch what I've done
So they energy's mad weird cuz they ain't poppin' enough
Tell them to drink the whole bottle they will not get a buzz
I'm so petty
This is my arrogance at its best, tell these rappers that I could pay for therapist if they stressed
Y'all are terrible I'd be too embarassed to say we friends
f**k your income, I'd take then wear it around my neck
This is light work, listen dog there's levels to the sh*t
Like the nerd at the smoke pit
You'll probably never get a hit
You swervin' on a highway now, you better get a grip
'Cause if you don't, you'll get skrrrrt and f**kin' end up in a ditch
I am top five, the boss at the end of the game
Shots fired from hot iron if you mention my name
I'm not lyin' it's all silence when you step on the stage
I guess your fans got Alzeimers and forgot your name
That's f**ked up
I heard a rumor that you miss me tho
I'm baaaaack
(Hook)
Mawf**ka we the kings out here
I swear lemme talk my sh*t (lemme talk my sh*t)
I'm the champ every finger got a ring aw yeah
Lemme talk my sh*t (lemme talk my sh*t)
Real talk we the real deal f**k how they feel
b*t*h get off my d**k (b*t*h get off my d**k)
I don't cry over spilt milk but I still will kill I will not miss
b*t*h get off my d**k
(Verse 1)
Just put my earplugs in man they talkin' too much
Heard they mad that I got clout
I know they've watch what I've done
So they energy's mad weird cuz they ain't poppin' enough
Tell them to drink the whole bottle they will not get a buzz
I'm so petty
This is my arrogance at its best, tell these rappers that I could pay for therapist if they stressed
Y'all are terrible I'd be too embarassed to say we friends
f**k your income, I'd take then wear it around my neck
This is light work, listen dog there's levels to the sh*t
Like the nerd at the smoke pit
You'll probably never get a hit
You swervin' on a highway now, you better get a grip
'Cause if you don't, you'll get skrrrrt and f**kin' end up in a ditch
I am top five, the boss at the end of the game
Shots fired from hot iron if you mention my name
I'm not lyin' it's all silence when you step on the stage
I guess your fans got Alzeimers and forgot your name
That's f**ked up
