Talk YO Shit

[Intro: FBG Young]
I don't need you in here
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: FBG Young]
Mama say, "Don't go around that way, them niggas iffy"
I can get you sitchy with this Glizzy if you fishy
Told my plug, "Ditch it," like magician, it go missin'
My shooters go rambunctious with them killings and get busy, hey
Put a fuckin' hit on your shoulder, it's so lowdown
Drop some Benjis on it, have your homie get up on you, huh
I sold so many Ps that the dead opps my aroma
Make your daughter trap for me 'cause she want that Fendi on her

[Verse 1: FBG Young]
I'ma bang my side 'til the death of me
'Til I rest in peace, foe 'nem rep the rest of me
Watch them niggas 'round the corner, down the block, and up the street
Better keep a blick or your ass get sent to Leak's
I got gas, but I'm on E, fuck a fee
Turn this bitch to out West, I got D, what you need? Ayy, ayy
Bad bitch, she bougie, brought the ratchet out her
That bitch sucked me back to sleep, it's somethin' nasty 'bout her
I be stylin', I ain't got no stylist
Twenty pounds, another [?]
Hit me on it [?]
[?] anything get behind it
And my bitch don't get a bag, she get all mine
Told that bitch I want a bag, but it's all cash, ayy

[Chorus: FBG Young & Wooski]
Mama say, "Don't go around that way, them niggas iffy"
I can get you sitchy with this Glizzy if you fishy
Told my plug, "Ditch it," like magician, it go missin'
My shooters go rambunctious with them killings and get busy, hey
Put a fuckin' hit on your shoulder, it's so lowdown
Drop some Benjis on it, have your homie get up on you, huh (Wop, wop)
I sold so many Ps that the dead opps my aroma (Wop)
Make your daughter trap for me 'cause she want that Fendi on her (Wop, wop, wop)

[Verse 2: Wooski]
I pull up drippin' on their ass (Huh, huh)
Pockets Crippin' on their ass (Wop, wop)
No, I'm not listenin' to their ass, wop, wop, wop
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop (Gang, gang, gang, bitch)
I don't give no fuck who with his ass (Glah, bah)
Squeeze that bitch 'til it start clickin' on his ass (Bah, bah, glah, glah, glah)
Guns rippin', bullets flippin' on his ass (Flippin' on his ass, wop, wop)
(Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop)
Yeah, the state wanted me to be a felon (Huh)
Fuck the opps 'cause them niggas tellin' (Fuck 'em)
Jumpin' out his body, broski pop his melon
Nigga, that's that L'A pack what you smellin'
Been with the older niggas since I was eleven (Huh, huh)
Twelve, thirteen, dope I was sellin' (Wop, wop)
Got bumped for a .357 (Wop, wop)
Said fuck school, so I start failin', gang (Wop, wop)

[Chorus: FBG Young]
Mama say, "Don't go around that way, them niggas iffy"
I can get you sitchy with this Glizzy if you fishy
Told my plug, "Ditch it," like magician, it go missin'
My shooters go rambunctious with them killings and get busy, hey
Put a fuckin' hit on your shoulder, it's so lowdown
Drop some Benjis on it, have your homie get up on you, huh
I sold so many Ps that the dead opps my aroma
Make your daughter trap for me 'cause she want that Fendi on her

[Outro: FBG Young]
Mama say, "Don't go around that way, them niggas iffy"
I-I can get you sitchy with this Glizzy if you fishy (Get on him)
Ma-Mama say, "Don't go around that—, go around that way— (Ayy)
I-I-I can get you sitchy with this Glizzy if you fishy (Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do)