Shit Talkin’, Pt. 3

[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed 'em)
Yeah
What up, Sav?

[Verse]
I'm a mastermind
Spent forty, you get one for free, this an appetizer
I just came up with a plan, I'm a strategizer
How he gon' survive two Dracos with rapid fire?
Hit the road a hundred some times before I had a license
In the backseat, I stuck the muzzle in a pack of diapers
I hope this bitch don't hit a tree, I'm finna whack the driver
Five of red in the Mountain Dew, it look like apple cider
Bitch, I been dirty
Made ten before ten, woke up at 6:30
This bitch a fiend, I charge her two hundred for six Perkys
I got four Glocks on me right now, bitch, my hip hurtin'
Glock 18 with monkey nuts, I call her Big Bertha
I drink the Hi-Tech like it's water, but I sip purple
Let my auntie cook a brick for me, she said her wrist hurtin'
I had to let her cook the drop, she made a big purchase
She had to take a smoke break
I told her she could smoke a zip, this bitch gon' smoke eight
My white bitch just love to sniff blow, I call her snowflake
Told this bitch to hit a few lines, she took the whole plate
Now she ain't dead a dime
If I overdose off drinkin' lean, bro, just let me die
My nigga wanna buy some grams, I charge him seventy-five
You think I'm showin' love? I really hit it seven times
I took a hundred pack and hit it with the, never mind
You ever seen a real zombie? That shit terrifying
My nigga showed me two thousand in blues, I was mesmerized
Scared to drink this pop, it's dark as hell, it left me petrified
Bitch, I'm paralyzed, I cannot move
I just got like sixty grams of cut I cannot use
Nigga really thought he bought some R's, he ain't that stupid
I sold his ass some circle Xannys, these are not blue
Eleven hundred for these Louis walkers, these are not shoes
I had to cut into a bitch, but I am not rude
When I say a bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout a brick of dog food
Who the hell are you?
If you a snitch and have a son, he gon' be tellin' too
You just take pictures with your Glock, you don't never use it
Watched my cousin get life for a brick, that shit left me clueless
Doggy caught a body, got life, and paid restitution
On the strip sellin' white girl, I call that prostitution
I'm in a eco-friendly rental but my pop polluted
At the Y, hoopin' with FN, but I'm not with Lucci
I'm still shit talkin'
Ever seen a nigga step on blues and call it Crip walkin'?
If a fiend come short ten, take a tenth off it
Got red-flagged at the urgent care, I did six walk-ins
That was in seven days
A million some streams in one month, let's get the record straight
Slipped through the metal detector with a lil' .38
If they ask why that bitch go off, I got a metal plate