Let Me Talk!

[Intro]

(JSDR)
(Word to my mom It's kris)
Like yeah
Like worda bro nigga

[Verse 1]
Dd, Notti they ain't get to pick
One of em' stabbed, the other one got lit
Back out the G and chase him down the strip
One of em' fell the other did a flip
I'm on the L's, I'm posted with the rips
Thot tryna' fuck me they ain't heard that I'm lit
Beam onna' G tryna' throw a whole lot
Can't name a time that I ain't wanna spin
You not my age nigga, get off my dick
When I see you, I tried to let it rip
Like, don't make me shoot at his back
Coughing up blood, I see it in his spit
Big EMS, I'm still throwin on that dyke
Like, I can't wait till I run into Nay Benz
Like, oh I ain't know that's a bitch
Thought that's a nigga chillin' with his sis
I'm tryna' walk up on her with like six
Everybody hate me like I'm Chris
Don't bring your [?], cause' she doing dick
Deady off Damo, I ain't take a sip
Back out the G, nigga I could've tripped
Nigga jacking that bitch, nigga I could've hit
I'm smoking her mans, but she still want the blunt
She took a sip now she jackin' she tipsy
That's on bro they not coming to get me
I don't talk on the dead, but I smoke poppa jiggy
Throw a shot if he reach for his phone
He gon' be tight if I up it on Siri
I told brodie, like I got that feeling
Push up on me, that's a one in a million
Put your life on the line bout to risk it
I threw a shot tryna' up at his biscuit

[Verse 2]
Like, can he feel it
Nigga say imma flock but I didn't
Judge on my dick tryna' say I was not
Now y'all on dick tryna' say I'm the ticket
What the fuck, is she kidding?
Tell my opps keep my name out they mentions
I tried to throw but it won't let me flick it
I left them shot while I watch through [?]
Like yeah, he gon' run from my voice when he hear it
Fuck all the opps, niggas be on that weird shit
Why she throw on the beam, tryna' see through his spirit
Ldot got hit off a scooter, dragging his body they was moving [?]
Say he push up on who nigga what?
I got the G in his face like I dare him

[Verse 3]
I thew a shot out that [?]
Hold on wait, I think I scared him
He tryna' dip now he screamin' out mayday
Bullets is grabbing, can't run from this cannon
I don't want to hit nobody else
Pray to the sky that nobody is near him
Me and brodie was blitzin on opps, that nigga tripped he was yellin' out dammit
Leeky we stomped on your head, you playing dead how the fuck is you standing?
When I spin I be comin' for wreck, they know I'm the jet so they know imma land it
If you coming, then come in correct
Or I throw a shot and have opp niggas dancing
And her friend tried to link me for sex
But she fuck with the opps like I don't understand it
Like, keep blamming
Me versus you, It's like nigga you can't win
I want to fuck but she cool with my bitch
I sent a message and put it in vanish
(Like, keep blamming)
(Me versus you, It's like nigga you can't win)
(I'm tryna' fuck but she cool with my bitch)
(I sent a message and put it in vanish)
She can't come to the spot if she not tryna' throw neck
Like, I click this shit off my moped
See a opp I get hype I'm like oh yes
Niggas tried to rob Leeky, that nigga had no bread
Niggas say that I'm cap, but can't merch it on no deads
When I walk with the G this shit look like I'm bowl legged
Fuck bout a bitch, I might click on a loc head
I get knock in my hand and go dumb like a cokehead

[Verse 4]
How they sucking my dick, they from brooklyn
He had a chain and a watch but I took it
I had like three in that G-lock
I tried to click, I got mad cause' it wouldn't
I was just chasing down Bdot, worda my dead nigga softer than pudding
He runnin' fast it was just me and Eli, he seen the bros and that boy tried to cook it

[Outro]