Dont talk to me! Lyrics
[Intro]
(SKYTE my daddy!)
[Chorus]
If I don’t talk to you, don’t talk to me
When I with you everything feel like an Odyssey
I don’t say it but I like it when you bother me
How you cuffed up with a nigga up in poverty, yeah
Bitch, I made myself, check my discography, yeah
Copying the wave, these niggas wannabees, yeah
Bitches lame cause they don’t move with honesty, yeah
That’s why I just cut these hoes off properly
[Verse]
Yeah, don’t hit my phone
They wanna see me in the wrong (See me in wrong)
Don’t worry bae, I’m standing strong
And it do me evеn better when you singing all my songs
I’m thе field boy you’ll get wacked, lol nigga you ain’t last long
Kill a nigga then I put his ass in a pack and smoke him in a bong
Swear to god it’s been year since I felt right but I move along
When it come to you you know I’m putting in my all
And I might be a little short but on these racks I’m way too tall
All my niggas finna ball
We’ll get you gone it take a call
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse 2]
Bitch, don’t play with me
She told me come through at 8:50
Fendi on me, hoe, I stay drippy
I ran off with your shit, lil nigga, come and that back
Don’t play that nigga music 'cause I know that shit is wack
The first nigga step to me, I swear to god he getting slapped
Got a new hoe, had to leave my old one in the past
Pockets sumo, stuff them up, them bitches overlap
If you ain’t hear it from me just know that shit is probably cap
I came a long way, no way in the world I’m going back
[Chorus]
If I don’t talk to you, don’t talk to me
When I with you everything feel like an Odyssey
I don’t say it but I like it when you bother me
How you cuffed up with a nigga up in poverty, yeah
Bitch, I made myself, check my discography, yeah
Copying the wave, these niggas wannabees, yeah
Bitches lame cause they don’t move with honesty, yeah
That’s why I just cut these hoes off properly