Talkin Shit

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
I can see you pussy niggas through ya'll smartphones
Sneak dissin on that Twitter, ow that boy gone
Bitch huh, I just broke the bank, Wels Fargo
[?] really on fire [?]
23 for that turn around
30 nigga if I sit it down
[?] [?]
They got me on my bullshit, I gotta chill out
Nigga fuck a drive by, we gon get out
Pressure bust pipes, we gon see what you really bout
We the ones got that work in the vacant house
[?] clip look like Mickey Mouse
[?] shoot up houses
My dawg come broad day, nigga with no problems
[?] big Glock 40 nigga, with no chopper
Big Glock 40 with no chopper

[Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Joseph hit me up, he said he need a classic
Pocket full of blues, we don't fuck with plastic
A nigga cross that line, them choppers coming
My niggas really on slide, [?] droppin something
BandGang, fast money boys
I just made a play on [?]
Road runners, keep them things around
I'm fresh off the road, bitch [?]
I got [?] with me, AR 15 with me
Just know that bitch [?] with me
Last year I sware I blew a clean 50
Currently I'm [?] with me
All the junkies love me, all this money on me
Walking out Luie V like I got [?] on me
[?] spent my whole year touring
Bitch think I'm on something, I ain't got shit for her

[Verse 3: AllStar JR]
Get a bag boys bitch, young king talking
Used to [?]
Yeah they down nervous, cause I got a lotta bands
Come back with them sleves, [?] your bitch up at [?]
[?] downtown, just to add it up
Fuck you poor ass niggas, and them plastic bucks
[?] gloves like boxing, bag heavy as [?]
Niggas glorifying broke and [?] she start hiring
Counting old bands, keeping up with day to day
Tryna drive a whip, you gotta unlock on the racing game
I ain't showing off, it's in my and, can't fit [?]
I been the boss, you been the crumb, I took a minute off
Having work issues, we can be the answer
We ain't doing [?] watching, niggas up their standards
You ever made all the decisions on the whole thing
You stealing crumbs boy, you worser than the dope feends

[Verse 4: Molly Brazy]
It's Molly Brazy, Brazy baby got me feeling like I'm 80's
Living like a boss, that's why all these rapping bitches hate me
I'm the greatest, you the lamest
Keep on dissing, cause you nameless
Don't know names, but I know faces
White diamonds like I'm racist
Only traces I be cases, yeah you seen me on the news
Shut up bitch, watch your mouth before you be on that bitch too
Yeah I'm trippin in the Coupe
And your nigga like me too
How you wanna hate me boo?
Look at me, then look at you
Bitch