Shit Talk

[Intro]
(Oh my god, stop the music)
Real P Pusher, ain't new to this shit
Bitches see me get the drooling and shit
I ain't really fucked up, I been poppin' my shit (Yeah)
Don't slide up if you ain't coppin' this shit
Five stars bitch can't cop this shit
Real bag getter, gotta lock on this shit
(Gotta lock on this shit; okay)

[Verse]
I got a Mac tucked under my belt
I don't care for the chop with the sticks
I hate when a bitch can't control her men
Always hearting my pics
Bitches be phony, I block them digits (Block them digits)
Can't clock out, you ain't finish your business (No)
I don't smoke weed, but this za pack hittin'
I ain't from Flint, but this Dog Shit Malitia
Got me a man from the streets
I don't fuck with that pretty boy pick me (Ah-ah)
I don't trust shit, I know it's people out to get me
Fly then a bitch when I'm up in the city
Hunnid shells in it, I'll call it some titties
When I get rich, only two coming with me
When that Perc' kick in, my twizzy be itchy
I got a stash in the back with the blue bucks (No, no)
Shitty boy shit, got a pamper around the blue buffs (Yeah)
Smitty boy shit, take a Wesson on a tour bus
Dumb and dumber shit take a knife into a gunfight (Yeah)
I'm big dog, you a pup, you are not nothing (Woah)
5k a day, risk or rich need to stop running DRS shit
Die rich, I am not bluffing
(I am not bluffing, I am not bluffing; okay)