Shit Talker

[Intro: Jay Juice]
This one of the ones where you could just say what you want on this bitch
You could have your way on this bitch, I'ma flaunt

[Verse 1: Jay Juice]
Yeah, my lil' bro shot and left his face open
My lil' bro dumpin' the G's, rockin' the Rick Owens
A fully chopper hit bro in his head, I'm tellin' Rick, "Blow him"
Turn the whip around and hit bro in his shit, I'm finna spin on him (Yeah)
And I just hit this freaky bitch, hold on, my dick hurtin'
You speak on Flaunt, you get hit with the chop', I got a big blower
Bitch, don't come in the way or you gon' get kicked over
My brother askin' for the ball, I told "Get open"
My nigga Day tryna beat Julio ass since he a shit talker (Yeah)
Bitch, these diamonds dancin', need a big faucet
She said I fucked her with a little dick, I told her, "Bitch, stop it"
So many bad bitches just be up on this dick, I told 'em, "Get off it" (Yup), bitch
Speak about Flaunt, we know we doin' that
Heard you got a pretty pussy, baby, let me see that kitty-cat (Huh)
This dead nigga in my 'Wood, he tryna kill me back
Don't ask about lil' Juice, I'm on the West, you know I'm in the trap (Yup)

[Verse 2]
I be out here road runnin', tryna chase a bag
Hold on, bro I think I see a opp, I'm finna drop my mask
And let me catch you with no gun, then I'ma beat yo' ass
I'm cold as hell, I put my chains on, like put the heat on blast
She keep on askin' where I get this jacket, told her, "Hit up trash" (Yup)
A nigga played, then we gon' put him in a body bag
On the fifth, I'm walkin' with the Drac', like where them niggas at? (Yup)
And when them shots get to ringin', then I'm throwin' back
Hit him with a bullet eighty yards away like a quarterback
Mad as hell, I been sittin' at McDonald's, where my order at?
I said, them niggas try to come to us, just know we comin' back
Got to fannin' at the opps all in the alley, then we blow it back (Ayy, bitch)

[Verse 3]
This pretty bitch got hella ass, I'm tryna beat the cap (Yeah)
My brother asked, it came with four nickel, just put a switch on that
And once a nigga cross that line then it ain't no comin' back (No comin' back, nigga)
I'm from the 9, but bang this in the 3, the 5 ain't feelin' that (Ain't feelin' that)
You want some smoke, then puff it up, lil' bitch, I'm down to match (Yeah)
Might fuck the ho, and then I'm duckin' off, it ain't no strings attached (Nah)
You speak on Woo, I'm spinnin' blocks and then I double back (Double back, nigga)
You speak on 12, lil' bitch, I'm poppin' up, we take shit to the max (To the max, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
Know what the fuck goin' on