​there he go / real taliban talk

Part 1: "there he go"

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, we got the bread like it's Mexico
Hopped on a plane and got out 'bout a day ago
Some of these bitches too scared to go
If I'm gon' fuck, bitch, play ya' role
On codeine I'm movin' slow
In the trap, bitch I'm movin' bowls
DJ Phat, I'll [?] bro
Poured two fours just for Kobe
He got a pipe he won't blow, he just wanna show it
Yeah, my brother havin' all the motion
(Lil' bitch, haha)
He broke, got no money, he hopin'
Look at Dy, they like "there he goin', he go, he gone"
Trackhawk jeep and that bitch run

Part 2: "real taliban talk"

[Intro]
Yeah, this the type shit I'm on right now
(It's Surreal Gang lil' bitch, haha)
I'm tryna talk my shit 'fore I
Close out this lil' tape, ya' feel me?
(On the phone)
In this bitch wit' lil' Alto man, I'm a fuckin' goat
You already know that man, 44 over everybody, nlm gg

[Pre-Chorus]
I was just chillin' wit' Gavin, he told me to go and get it
All of my brothers, they know I'm gifted
Been the hardest out my fuckin' city
Show me it's real, tat my name on yo' titty

[Bridge]
Nah for real though
I'm just talkin' my shit, I'm too locked in

[Chorus]
Yeah, this for the boy that I bitched up, glrrr
I'ma stitch you when I see ya'
Better hope ya' bro wit' you when you see me

[Verse]
Anything on you I'm takin'
You tried me, you wrote that statement
Shooter right me Jayson Tatum
Diamonds bitin' like a gator
I'm sippin' on purple that Laker
Yeah, ain't sippin' no green
Can't cuff that ho, she for the team
43X and it wear a red beam, beam
Why he tryna be me? He can't be me
Yeah, cartier glasses, I still can't see
(Alto on this shit, fuck nigga)
Wit' lil' Ish in that V
He gon' shoot out the Lex 'til that bitch empty
Put that boy on a tee, put that bitch six feet
Yeah, and this for my bitch, she got them pretty feet
Yeah, surprised she let me fuck 'cause I was so mean
Knew that she'd let me fuck 'cause I'm so clean
She wanted her soul clean, told that ho "come to me"
I rip any beat for sure, yeah
Me and Gd, and me and Db
All plottin' on how big that I'm finna be
Finna go cop them [?]
Gd just got his fire licence, he on a shootin' spree
What's stoppin' you from shootin' me?
You a ho, you ain't gon' do it to me
Dopesick 'cause these drugs true to me
I'm fuckin' this ho, she off ecstacy
In the kitchen I'm whippin' methamphetamines, like yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, this for the boy that I bitched up, glrrr
I'ma stitch you when I see ya'
Better hope ya' bro wit' you when you see me

[Outro]
(Lil' bitch, haha)