CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : LESS TALK, MORE ACTION
Less talk, more action
I Go halves with my bro, no fraction
I ain’t riding on the beat, I’m dancing
S to the wait, it depends who’s asking
No olders, we just call them has beens
They don't see progression, like
You see me, How can I be the student
But I'm still teaching the lesson? Like
They don’t know bout me
They don’t know about my old 16s
Got new 16s
Still spin mcs with lyrics that I wrote back in 016
Or OTD
Yeah you know that's mental
Wanna see plaques all around, no dental
See The top is in reach man, grab that
The game is a b*t*h and I put her in my backpack
Ay
I’m in a 4 door with broski
Rambo on me and my ski like loski
Don't make me jump out of a moving engine
Tryna make it beat like ghosty
Yo
Them man ain’t riding or glide
When I step in the block, got the man they're hiding
No hide and seek I ain’t finding
They done no drills, All them man they're lying
Jug Jug
My bro keeps juggin
Them man still capping and looking
My bro fresh home from prison
Straight to the kitchen, Cos them man's been cooking
Put your foot on the pedal no bike, Ride
You know mans riding tonight
Boujee one tryna get this pipe
Tryna be my wife, but she not my type
Next year all out attack, after that I just park the bus like
No way are we parallel, don’t ever think that you could align with us And
Bad b stand 5”3 and she nice g that’s why she movin kinda stoosh
But I sit back, cos I know ima love it when i hit it
And I ain’t even light the kush
I'm a Master in my dojo chilling, Can’t see the vision
So you can't kick it
And you ain’t got the belt
Thats poor, read some more
Go get digits
All about pg, Ben Simmons
Ain’t in my league, never mind my division
More time in my head that’s LYRIX, probably the reason that I flopped physics
Ay
Broski scratch that ting, no DJ
No man tryna make a beat, no bass
Yo
Made that boy work their pace
Trick & splash, I don’t leave no trace
Metal to his mouth, no braces
Bally on faces, Leave no traces
Free my bro, hope they beat them cases
Feds at my door, got me doing up races
Oi
Can you stop all the capping
I've got n***as that been Locked for the smashing, cos they’re really bout the life they're rapping
Cos the feds got em stuck on the landing
Sad ting
Never crash corn from the hand ting
Me I’m just tryna get paid from the rapping
But I’m still trapping, no cappin
f**k all of that splashing, mans rapping
Less talk, more action
I Go halves with my bro, no fraction
I ain’t riding on the beat, I’m dancing
S to the wait, it depends who’s asking
I Go halves with my bro, no fraction
I ain’t riding on the beat, I’m dancing
S to the wait, it depends who’s asking
No olders, we just call them has beens
They don't see progression, like
You see me, How can I be the student
But I'm still teaching the lesson? Like
They don’t know bout me
They don’t know about my old 16s
Got new 16s
Still spin mcs with lyrics that I wrote back in 016
Or OTD
Yeah you know that's mental
Wanna see plaques all around, no dental
See The top is in reach man, grab that
The game is a b*t*h and I put her in my backpack
Ay
I’m in a 4 door with broski
Rambo on me and my ski like loski
Don't make me jump out of a moving engine
Tryna make it beat like ghosty
Yo
Them man ain’t riding or glide
When I step in the block, got the man they're hiding
No hide and seek I ain’t finding
They done no drills, All them man they're lying
Jug Jug
My bro keeps juggin
Them man still capping and looking
My bro fresh home from prison
Straight to the kitchen, Cos them man's been cooking
Put your foot on the pedal no bike, Ride
You know mans riding tonight
Boujee one tryna get this pipe
Tryna be my wife, but she not my type
Next year all out attack, after that I just park the bus like
No way are we parallel, don’t ever think that you could align with us And
Bad b stand 5”3 and she nice g that’s why she movin kinda stoosh
But I sit back, cos I know ima love it when i hit it
And I ain’t even light the kush
I'm a Master in my dojo chilling, Can’t see the vision
So you can't kick it
And you ain’t got the belt
Thats poor, read some more
Go get digits
All about pg, Ben Simmons
Ain’t in my league, never mind my division
More time in my head that’s LYRIX, probably the reason that I flopped physics
Ay
Broski scratch that ting, no DJ
No man tryna make a beat, no bass
Yo
Made that boy work their pace
Trick & splash, I don’t leave no trace
Metal to his mouth, no braces
Bally on faces, Leave no traces
Free my bro, hope they beat them cases
Feds at my door, got me doing up races
Oi
Can you stop all the capping
I've got n***as that been Locked for the smashing, cos they’re really bout the life they're rapping
Cos the feds got em stuck on the landing
Sad ting
Never crash corn from the hand ting
Me I’m just tryna get paid from the rapping
But I’m still trapping, no cappin
f**k all of that splashing, mans rapping
Less talk, more action
I Go halves with my bro, no fraction
I ain’t riding on the beat, I’m dancing
S to the wait, it depends who’s asking
