Talk My Shit

[Verse 1 : TUT]
Uh, nigga, nigga
I light a blunt as soon as this come on in the web
It's the same nigga, grew up right around the block from camp
Balla block and foul play'll get your ass ejected
Fake ass niggas, fake asses who gave ya'll injections
Give a damn about your perspective, real G's perspective
Freaky bitch want me to put it in her rectum
They takin shots at the board but they indirect 'em
I make a pass at yo bitch, you can't intercept 'em
Pass complete I don't compete with no niggas
This that [?], this that fuckin' packs sell some to yo' lil' one
I remember when I was as lil' one [?]
I was being focused, now we at the do' bout to kick it open
Home invasion, takin' what we want we don't ask for nothin'
Take your ass throw you in the trunk, with the speakers bumpin'
Now we here, as we live and learn, as the reefer burns we gon' run this shit until the lord returns, uh

[Pre-Chorus: TUT]
And i'm gon' keep talkin my shit until the lord returns, uh
Yeah, I'm gon' keep talkin my shit until the lord returns

[Chorus: TUT]
Let me talk my shit (whaaaaat) let me talk my shit
Ya'll niggas ain't shit but some mark ass tricks (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
If it don't make dollas (whaaat) then it don't make cents
You niggas must be broke cause ya'll ain't got no sense (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) x2

[Verse 2: TUT]
You niggas must be broke cause ya'll ain't got no sense
I'm hangin' with the white boys and they ain't got no lynch
When the car got curtains you don't need no tint
I'm running game on these hoes like I ain't got no bitch (like I ain't got no bitch)

[Refrain: TUT]
Let me talk me shit, let me talk my shit
Bet you hear me loud and clear like I ain't got no lisp
Bet you tell 'em everything if yo' ass get pinched (if yo' ass get pinched)
Man these niggas straight pussies, they ain't got no dick

[Verse 3: TUT]
I got dreams muhfucka, shit it's all or nothin'
In case my grandmama hear me then I'm sorry for cussin'
12th grade, 11th grade mixed the Sprite with the 'tussin
Smoked so damn much gotta put weed in the budget
Middle fingas to the coppers ain't no way they gon' stop us
Modern day slaves put us all in chains if they lock us (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I say fuck ya'll with some emphasis
Take your pistols out your holsters and aim at your chest
Shoot yourself like its insulin

[Outro: TUT]
Hell yeah nigga, we ain't fuckin' backin down for nobody
You understand, you should shut up when grown people talkin' (shut the fuck up nigga)
Shut the fuck up lil' ass boy, you a lil' ass boy
Nigga, it's our house we ain't scared of shit nigga

[Chorus: TUT]
Let me talk my shit (whaaaaat) let me talk my shit
Ya'll niggas ain't shit but some mark ass tricks (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
If it don't make dollas (whaaat) then it don't make cents
You niggas must be broke cause ya'll ain't got no sense (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) x2