Talk My Shit Pt. 2

[Intro]
(My baby, my valentine, yeah
Girl, na you dey make my temperature dey rise
If you leave me, I go die, I swear
You are like the oxygen I need to survive
I'll be honest
Your loving dey totori me
I am so obsessed
I want to chop your nkwobi)
Ask [?] duck you and yours mans
Up the chop and I pray I won't jam
Grrah, Grrah (Die 4's)
Die 4's (Gang, Gang, Gang)
(How many times you want me to say this? Muddy)

[Chorus]
Why you duck me? Know you see me
Tryna act like you blind, you not Stevie
Tryna put that lil' boy on a tv
Hop out, put the beam on his figi
Yeah, I fuck with that bitch 'cause she sneaky
Get her lit now she acting real treeshy
She the line then I'm catchin' DV
Fuck that, then I'm catchin' a PD

[Verse]
Brodie want me pass the pole like he CP
Up the knocks, bullets coming in 3D
I been buggin', big bro say he need me
Punching on faces, just make it look easy
Better chill, I get even, slide through that block, we gon' shoot every season
That's a fact, no cap, bullets start flying put wings on his back
Rule number one, I can't go out like Matt
He got stabbed and went by a fag
Matt Sav, he could've went track
The nigga that jumped me is dead in this pack (Lotti)
Rah Rah got left in the cab
Talking on bro but your man is a rat
Smoking on Dummy, he fell on his back
Had no gas, his jet had to crash

[Chorus]
Why you duck me? Know you see me
Tryna act like you blind, you not Stevie
Tryna put that lil' boy on a tv
Hop out, put the beam on his figi
Yeah, I fuck with that bitch 'cause she sneaky
Get her lit now she acting real treeshy
She the line then I'm catchin' DV
Fuck that, then I'm catchin' a PD

[Outro]
Grrah, Grrah, Dubski