Talkin’ Shit

[Intro]
(Damn, Jayy, this shit hard)
(Tyreek just wanna be rich)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
They know what the fuck goin' on
You know what the fuck I'm on, man
(iMixNationForREAL)
Ayy
Nigga, stop cappin' like we ain't like that

[Chorus]
My hands sticky from the residue
I'm still on the green box posted
Hit my phone if you need to get one for the two
My niggas steppers, we marchin' like troops
Nigga, I'm forever hustlin', bitch, I'm thuggin'
I won't let 'em play me like a fool
Bitches tell me I'm the G.O.A.T.
I catch that pack like wide receiver
Trap out the house, makin' plays off the beeper
I don't know y'all, I ain't servin' your people
Can't lеave the house without my polе, bitch, I'm tryna get rich
I'm in the hood, I'ma trap with a stick
Streets fucked up, but that money my bitch

[Verse 1]
I got a girl, I'm in love with my Glock
The clip is extended, got thirty-two shots
Close up, he got hit with thirty-two shots
Overkill, I'm tryna make the boy rot
I know they don't give a fuck 'bout me anyway
I can get hit, they could step on me any day
But I got thirty-five shots in this mini Drac'
It piss, these bullets, they penetrate
Nigga, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout? I be
Might just run up in your house, I might
Bring them fuckin' choppers out
R4Z, bitch, we known to run a route
What the? Mask on
Ready to hit a nigga with that, uh, uh
Gloves on, ready to up that chop' and let that, uh, uh
Tracfone, ready to make that call and end that
Bitch, my back strong, I'ma drop that, gon' go get that

[Bridge]
I'm a cash bandit
I'ma get that money and go feed my family
These pussy niggas super sweet just like a piece of candy
I fucked that bitch one time then disappeared, now she can't stand me

[Chorus]
My hands sticky from the residue
I'm still on the green box posted
Hit my phone if you need to get one for the two
My niggas steppers, we marchin' like troops
Nigga, I'm forever hustlin', bitch, I'm thuggin'
I won't let 'em play me like a fool
Bitches tell me I'm the G.O.A.T.
I catch that pack like wide receiver
Trap out the house, makin' plays off the beeper
I don't know y'all, I ain't servin' your people
Can't leave the house without my pole, bitch, I'm tryna get rich
I'm in the hood, I'ma trap with a stick
Streets fucked up, but that money my bitch

[Verse 2]
G-Star on my jeans, I'm a gangster
You know we in the streets, my niggas plugged in like cable
Really posted in the 6, but I ain't talkin' 'bout Decatur
My niggas really in the streets makin' transactions like a waiter
Hit the plug like, "What's the drop?" See what them prices like
He lookin' sweet, the price is right
If he don't go, he gotta die
You know me, I'm ready to roll that dice
You know me, I'm ready to go that night
You know me, I'm ready to blow on sight
Chopper might make a fuck nigga beg for his life
I'm ready to bang with a gun in my right, be quiet

[Chorus]
My hands sticky from the residue
I'm still on the green box posted
Hit my phone if you need to get one for the two
My niggas steppers, we marchin' like troops
Nigga, I'm forever hustlin', bitch, I'm thuggin'
I won't let 'em play me like a fool
Bitches tell me I'm the G.O.A.T.
I catch that pack like wide receiver
Trap out the house, makin' plays off the beeper
I don't know y'all, I ain't servin' your people
Can't leave the house without my pole, bitch, I'm tryna get rich
I'm in the hood, I'ma trap with a stick
Streets fucked up, but that money my bitch