Thug Talk

Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat

Me and Jay, is not blood, but we real family

Like blood don't make you family, bro (I was just playin', I was just playin', man, you feel me?)

Alright

I feel like Superman with this S on my chest

Fuck around and put a TEC to your neck, let that bitch squeeze

Like, leave the bitch alone, let that bitch breathe, you know she with me

She with the Gaffle Boyz, she get anything she want

I hit Lennox, I'll buy anything I want

Everything I want, hahaha

One day I had to do some shit 'cause they said I won't

I always do shit that I said I don't

Damn, bitch, you ain't give a rich nigga head before?

Why your head slow? You gotta move fast

You gotta be sloppy, I gotta, uh

I got a new pass, I gotta go somewhere

Caught a body, when I had to fade, I had to grow some hair

I stand on so much business I don't own a chair

I'm with a young smacker, he done killed more people than Corona did

Yeah, I'm in a four-wheel drive SUV doin' donuts in it

It's a supercharged, my money super large

You ain't gotta believe anything I said, but the scooter bar

'Cause I told the truth

When 'em niggas get on yo' ass and you callin' my phone, nigga, who rode wit' you?

Who blowed wit' you? We slid out a '25 rental and a old-school

The Escalade V sound like a crybaby

She been off some janky shit, but that's my baby

Put your hands on Rio, you gon' die, crazy

Shit end July 11th, but I feel like I made it

'Cause it's June 2nd, I got a month left

Ain't no more weed, I got a blunt left

Ain't no more drank, I got a cup left

I looked in the cup, and it wasn't nothin' left

Damn, what the fuck, Lil Tay drunk my cup?

Damn, bae, my dick won't get hard, can you suck my nuts?

Unc' want some zaza, I rolled unc' a blunt

I seen it on camera, it was fah-fah then a bunch of blood

They hit him in his motherfuckin' motherboard

Yep, I knew his ass was dead, they had to cover for him, like a white sheet

Ain't no abandoned cribs on this block, bro, is this the right street?

Damn, know I grew up in the trenches, I ain't used to this

I ain't sell dope, I was rappin' 'bout movin' bricks and shootin' sticks

I ain't never shot nobody, I ain't doin' shit, bitch, I'm innocent

I ain't rapped in two weeks, feel like it been a minute

Kill over the ho, that nigga chicken tender

I'm talkin' real chicken tender with some lemon pepper

Caught him and his ho at yoga club, they got stretched together

I had a 12 of drank, but I kept 11

I can have 12 eighths and wouldn't sell a seven

'Less you my lil' brother, and you'll drink it with me

I gotta cut you off if I ever even think you slippin'

I think I'm trippin'

They said that nigga died then they say he missin'

That nigga tried me Sunday, then it's weekend ended

I was finna spray that red nigga car, but blick was in it

I took a yellow bar, now I'm sleepin' in her

She is not my bitch, I be creepin' wit' her

I don't be sleepin' wit' her, I be hittin' her on the floor, in the bathroom, the studio, I'm beatin' shit

Swear to God, nigga, you can beat the switch

You gotta take it off and eat the bitch