Talkz

[Intro]
Ey
You know what?
I’m a little
I’m a little mad
I don’t think you understand like
How ahead I am
Ey!

[Chorus]
Who wanna fuck witcha boy?
Who wanna fuck witcha boy
Tell me who wanna wanna do it?
I got a bone, that I wanna pick
But truthfully nobody ever gon’ chew it
They get a lil’ spark, then they wanna bark
I’ll see you on the charts if ya ever get to it
I’m too lit, and I’ll be damned if I ever let a bitch be the reason I blew it (yeuh yeuh!)
They want more, got the whole season on lock (lock!)
She lovin my charm, when I get a kid
Make sure I teach him the talks (talks!)
Speaking of talks
You talk too much
I kept it real from the jump, y’all really hop too much

[Verse 1]
Easy, Shep (Shep!)
I do more and I say less (less!)
I prove more when I stay stressed (stressed!)
A 2-4 and a 2-door might be the apex for a lot of you
You know that your friends all lie to you
Off of the hype man it got to you
Y’all pray to me ironically man I’m like God to you
I said I’m like God to you
I don’t rock with you
Even if you had The Rock with you I wouldn’t talk to you still
They wanna know when I’m gon’ do a show and I tell you all straight when I’m toppin’ the bill
What I look like openin' up for somebody?
Who can’t a write hook right
My flow like a right hook when it connects
Protect ya neck, ya cheek, ya jaw before I beat some bars outta’ ya boy
Y’all cannot Spar wit the boy
Can’t ride in the same car with the boy
Wanna go to a bar wit the boy?
First go bar to bar with the boy
Bitch I’m a star you a ploy
Ey, should be from the Bay
Move like a Mac but I hit 'em like Dre
I’m whachu get when you mix K-Pop and makin' the K Pop like grrr
Even Cardi probly’ yellin’ ‘okurrr’ baby
I’m so cold like brrr baby
Keep it a buck she only fuck with me cause something about me make her kitty go purrr

(Ya, ey, ya, ey)

But like everything you see
On the TV I’m bad
I don’t got no time bein' sad
Pour my tears in a neon jag
No tag on me but I be in my bag
I got bad habits that I see in my dad
I got demons I wish I ain't have
This came to me from a vision I had
My bidness my first my second my last
I don’t condone violence but just know everything hits and everything slaps
Took your blows, I’m very intact
Took your ho off Henny and chat
Just know I spit Valerian raps
I carry my team
I buried my past
I married my dreams
I’m scary like Shaq on a tight rope boy
Y’all probly run if a fight broke boy
You un’ want smoke that ‘K’ really shoulda been an ‘R’ please tell me that’s a typo boy

[Chorus]
Who wanna fuck witcha boy?
Who wanna fuck witcha boy
Tell me who wanna wanna do it?
I got a bone, that I wanna pick
But truthfully nobody ever gon’ chew it
They get a lil’ spark, then they wanna bark
I’ll see you on the charts if ya ever get to it
I’m too lit, and I’ll be damned if I ever let a bitch be the reason I blew it (yeuh yeuh!)
They want more, got the whole season on lock (lock!)
She lovin' my charm, when I get a kid
Make sure I teach him the talks (talks!)
Speaking of talks
You talk too much
I kept it real from the jump, y’all really hop too much