Sh%t Talkin’ Story (Shit Talkin’ Story)

[Intro]
(Nick on the track)

[Verse]
I know this one nigga's [?] he sell lemon squeeze (Yeah)
I like all my lean raw like I'm Japanese
This coffee cup got a four in it, bitch, this ain't no Frappuccin'
Overseas, I sneak and do drugs like I'm Charlie Sheen
Porsche with the frog eyes same color as coffee cream
Sipped a six just today, nigga, it ain't no cough in me
I'ma see fifty M's flat before they coffin me
Outside his house in all black like the reaper be (Yeah)
Bitches treating me like B2K way back in the day
Same bitches way back in the gap wouldn't give me no play
Throw a party in your bitch guts just like Kid 'n Play
Just ran off on this nigga named Rey in a mysterious way (Damn)
One thing about it (Yeah), I'ma talk my shit (Yeah)
I'm in Miami smoking gas, nigga, that's period
Your bitch say she ain't out here fucking, nigga, but her ceiling's hit
My young nigga going crazy with that ball on his Krillin shit
We got them same guns that's on GTA
He gon' diss and apologize, we know how bitches play (Yeah)
I don't usually take Percs, but I've been on them bitches for like twenty days
Been torching this nigga since his son was two, he turned six today
He used to have a stage name, now that nigga Gary Payton
Country nigga, big boss stature like my cousin Payton
He tried to ball like me, he got a fracture, nigga, stop playing
Chopper set his ass on fire like he super saiyan
Smoking on a big blunt of meds, this shit sticky icky
I don't want shit from your bitch, that ho Icky Vicky
Better have your forty in the field, this shit get tricky
Niggas be mouse, mama should've named you Mickey
Shot a nigga with a forty and he ain't die, so I got my fifty
Go to Elliot, ice out my teeth and eye, your shit looking missy
Hundred degrees, I still got my fire if they out to get me
Punched him in his eye and made him cry like Mike Tyson in me
Bitch said hello like three times, I still don't want the kitty
Bitches be lying to the naked eye, Insta getting tricky
Hope all my dawgs go to heaven, I'm not Mike Vick
Made that boy see the reaper, but I'm not Three 6
Smoked a half ounce of ether, you gotta taste this shit
Sucked the dick with her hands and brain, she's a gracious bitch
Nigga been rapping for like fifteen years, he still ain't making it (Phew)
I was in the same position, Lil' Moe would be taking shit
Roll up on some gracious shit
Ain't passing shit, I'm facing it
Drank man got them cases in
I made him a rich man
Nigga, you's a bitch man
Lil Moe got a sixth sense
He got smoked, now he got a sick scent
Fuck niggas got me bent
Your bitch wilding out just like Nick
You can't stay, bitch, this ain't Nick at Nite
They ain't let me in with my glizzy, so, bitch, I got my knife
Mobbing like the thief at night
Some of my niggas sending kites
Stepping, bitch, I did it right
Nigga tried to pick a fight
He ain't know I had it on me
Now he laying next to his homie
Crying 'cause they cold and lonely
Bone Thug, I did 'em ruggish
99.9 of these niggas bogus
I'm just trying to stay focused
Fucked up, my heart the coldest
Rolling that flower, not no lotus

[Outro]
One thing about it (Yeah), I'ma talk my shit (Yeah)
I'm in Miami smoking gas, nigga, that's period
Your bitch say she ain't out her fucking, nigga, but her ceiling's hit
My young nigga going crazy with that ball on his Krillin shit