Shit Talkin

[Verse]
Unc' moving bricks out the feds like El Chapo
Nigga talking crazy, knock the cheese out his nacho
Brodie just pulled up and poured an eight in a quatro
Pussy nigga smoking on that quiet, that is not dope
Making crack jump in the kitchen on a hot stove
Make a nigga shit sink in like a pothole
Nigga pulled up with fake straps, those is not poles
Spread a bitch out just like butter on a hot roll
Find a nigga lacking out in public, let's get ugly
Main bitch tryna suck some dick, let's get slutty
My fiend said he need an eight of red, let's get muddy
I'm just tryna fuck on that bitch and her buddy
I just got a brand new pole, where the opps at?
Nigga driving reckless in the 'burbs, where the cops at?
All these bitches shirtless at my shows, where they tops at?
Nigga got his blood on my floor, where the mops at?
Brodie standing tall on his money, he like 6'6
Nigga said he putting in some work with like six bricks
Bitch said she had a gangbang with like six dicks
Nigga got set up at the door with like six sticks
Niggas out here bugging in Gwinnett, they like to cock suck
Didn't wanna walk in with my strap, put the Glock up
Bitch said she fucking with Jay-Z, threw the Roc up
Brodie had to sneak some shit in, he in the lock up
Got a white bitch out in Kansas, she got knocked up
Couldn't trust that nigga with my pounds, he got locked up
Nigga ain't your mans dead? So don't try to talk tough
Plug couldn't throw the grams at me, had to walk up
Football team said my shit was trash, they had zero wins
Nigga tryna get up on the radio, had zero spins
Nigga said he tryna scam some shit but had zero bins
Nigga talking 'bout my past life like he got zero sins
My nigga out in Houston tryna grind, y'all gotta thank Reek
My nigga down the road grinding ball, you gotta thank C
Got a Bronx nigga in my circle, gotta thank B
Stacking up my money, that shit standing at like eight feet
Nigga out here tryna save some hoes, he don't got a cape
Niggas out here hating on a nigga who don't got no pape
Had to kill a nigga last week 'cause he was tryna rape
Nigga I been running to the money but I'm out of shape
I was trapping out the pharmacy, I got the wock too
Got a shooter playing for the Ravens, he can flock too
Took a nigga J's off his feet, got his socks too
Nigga talking brazy, he got hit off his block too
Niggas tryna beef, nigga I can't even waste my time
Niggas getting jealous, they gon' try and overtake my grind
Got a trash nigga want a feature, tryna waste my time
Told that bitch to leave that body home but that neck is mine

[Outro: Colin Khors & Karoshi Tarantino]
That's a wrap!
That's how you get shit done, boy