[Intro]
(Uh)
(Aye Tall Slime)
Uh, hey Tall Slime, uh
This a Anti beat
[?]
On Ahk I really get busy nigga
(On Ahk I really get busy)
[Chorus]
Uh, uh
And yeah I just sit back and listen
Watch all the faking, watch all the tipping
Gen' 5 26 right on the hip
Whole lotta hundreds it's lookin' like Crip
Snake out some men and act like I'm Mitch
Uh, get on the beat and I'm coming harder
I'm on the box so I don't want to be bothered
I got them zips for the low (For the low)
Come get up with me I bet you gon' blow (Let's go let's go)
No, I ain't savin' no ho (Ain't savin' no ho)
These bitches gon' go what thеy motherfuckin' know
Uh (Motherfuckin' know)
Uh, uh, and I gotta run up a bag (Aye, Tallslimе)
These bitches be broke I ain't chasin' no ass (Nah)
She try throw the oop and it's right off the glass (Right off the glass)
Uh, niggas keep throwing up fours
Uh, and I'm really pouring up fours
Get off the box I'ma open the door
Try to spin the south and your shit goin' north
I start hearin' shit like fuck the [?]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah I done dropped out of school (Dropped out of school)
If I did school, I'm keeping that tool
Shit can get shiesty, I'm feelin' like Pooh (Boom, boom boom)
Uh, I'm feelin' like Pooh, uh, uh (I'm feelin' like Pooh, uh)
[Verse]
Twin Glock, hop in that ride
YP was lacking on motherfucking frontline uh (?)
They try to duck and they hide
Niggas just talkin' that shit got to firing (Boom, boom, boom)
Damn, I'm stuck on the box (On the box)
Niggas keep talkin' these niggas got heart (Niggas got heart)
Niggas just jumped off the porch, these niggas ain't killin' they shoot from afar, uh (Jumped off the porch)
Yeah I've been trappin' lil' nigga I got me some money to put on your top, uh (Uh, uh, broke ass nigga)
Niggas be cappin' and shit, I'm just 'bout to crash, might cut off my box, uh (Uh, uh, cap ass nigga)
Trap do one in a day
Ain't servin' the two, can't fuck up my face (Servin' the one)
Catch me in traffic, I'm goin' to a play (I'm goin' to a play)
Sellin' them zips, ain't sellin' no jay
Uh, I'm on the box see my Vick I'ma dog (Uh uh)
Vision [?] my Cartier lost
Uh, you fuck with opps you know I'ma off you (Uh, uh, you know I'ma dog)
[Chorus]
Uh, uh (You know I'ma dog)
And yeah I just sit back and listen (I sit back and listen)
Watch all the faking, watch all the tipping (Uh)
Gen' 5 26 right on the hip (Gen' 5 2-6)
Whole lotta hundreds it's lookin' like Crip (Uh)
Snake out some men and act like I'm Mitch (Uh uh)
Uh, get on the beat and I'm coming harder
I'm on the box so I don't want to be bothered (Uh uh)
I got them zips for the low (For the low)
Come get up with me I bet you gon' blow, uh (Let's go let's go)
No, I ain't savin' no ho (Ain't savin' no ho)
These bitches gon' go what they motherfuckin' know (What they know)
Uh (Motherfuckin' know)
Uh, uh, and I gotta run up a bag (Run up a check)
These bitches be broke I ain't chasin' no ass (Nah)
She try throw the oop and it's right off the glass (Right off the glass)
Uh, niggas keep throwing up fours (Throwin' up fours)
Uh, and I'm really pouring up fours
Get off the box I'ma open the door (Open that door)
Try to spin the south and your shit goin' north (Spinnin' the South)
I start hearin' shit like fuck the [?] (I start hittin' shit)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah I done dropped out of school (Dropped out of school)
If I did school, I'm keeping that tool (I'm keepin' that tool)
Shit can get shiesty, I'm feelin' like Pooh (I'm feelin' like Pooh)
Uh, I'm feelin' like Pooh, uh, uh (I'm feelin' like Pooh, uh)
[Outro]
(Feelin' like Pooh, uh uh)
Goat Talk was written by Baby Jamo.
Goat Talk was produced by Antisocial Beats.