Talk It Out

[Intro]
Oh my god I just rolled triple seven

[Chorus]
Like triple seven (seven)
We don't talk it out we walk it out
Keep a 40 on my hip in case lil bro he wanna spark (wanna spark)
I rock this Polo on my G
My guys they pull up and pop and we em out
We gon’ treat an opp like college
We gon' shoot him now he droppin' now
In LA, keep a K, everybody know my name (my name)
Ops out, we gon’ hit em we gon' kill him in broad day (pop pop)
If he talk down on the gang then we gon' leave him on the paint (paint)
Leave him with the red head lookin' like Lois Lane
Buddy thought I was soft because I make sad songs
Til' I catch him at the red light, then I pop off (pop)
We gon' treat him like a package we gon' get him dropped off
And he thought that I was finished but lil bro he thought wrong

[Verse]
Talk it out
Talk it out, he wanna talk it out
Bullets hit his leg, all I told him was to walk it out (pop)
I done gave him a couple shots I feel like I'm a doctor now (pop)
After I finish I told him he can call his momma now (pow, pow, pow, grah)
Oh, my brothers still toting but you know that I’m still throwing bows
If he run up on me I’m gonna have to lock and load
No G.I. Joe, big guns we fee-fi-fo
We in first place, you can tell 'cause we got goals
She said she gettin’ cold, told her 'get up and get a coat'
She asked what's my religion told her that it be Vlone
So it’s born alone and die alone until I'm old
And I count racks in my sleeve (in my sleeve)
You cannot do it just like me (just like me)
If he talking down then I put him 6 feet (deep)
He don't want smoke so I might just give him steam (pow, pow, pow)

[Chorus]
Like triple seven (seven)
We don't talk it out we walk it out
Keep a 40 on my hip in case lil bro he wanna spark (wanna spark)
I rock this Polo on my G
My guys they pull up and we pop em' out
We gon' treat an opp like college
We gon' shoot him now he droppin' now
In LA, keep a K, everybody know my name (my name)
Ops out, we gon' hit em we gon' kill him in broad day (pop)
If he talk down on the gang then we gon' leave him on the paint (paint)
Leave him with the red head lookin' like Lois Lane
Buddy thought I was soft because I make sad songs
Til' I catch him at the red light, then I pop off (pop, pop)
We gon' treat him like a package we gon' get him dropped off
And he thought that I was finished but lil bro he thought wrong (thought wrong)