They Wan Talk

(hook: reallyrack)
They wan talk but ain't got none left
I'm the pop but he ain't my son yea
I get the guap nigga not no ones (yea)
I want the tree cloudy in my lungs

I roll my weed I don't smoke no papers
All my niggas keep pipes
Young nigga ridin down the street no bike
Nigga better keep them lights on (yea)

Spray like lysol lately
We don't like them
I think my mind gone
I can't find him

(verse: Jocck)
Okay like yea
I'm on that yea
I feel like yea

He want smoke tell him he gotta roll one
Brand new fuckin Wraith Joccky tryna own one
She like you don't fuck with me Jocck just call my phone or sum
Nobody worried bout me everybody just want a drop of sum

(adlibs: johnny!)
I just pulled up I just pulled up I just pulled up
I just pulled up I just pulled up I just pulled up
I just pulled up I just pulled up I just pulled up
I just pulled up

(Hook)
They wan talk but ain't got none left
I'm the pop but he ain't my son yea
I get the guap nigga not no ones (yea)
I want the tree cloudy in my lungs

I roll my weed I don't smoke no papers
All my niggas keep pipes
Young nigga ridin down the street no bike
Nigga better keep them lights on (yea)

Spray like lysol lately
We don't like them
I think my mind gone
I can't find him

(verse: johnny!)
Yea
I just pulled up I just pulled up I just pulled up
I just pulled up I just pulled up I just pulled up
Oldhead really mad as fuck I fucked on his daughter
Every time she see my face that shit really water

Mmhmm
Keep talkin all this bullshit I ain't really jackin it
Been drippin on some cool shit my swag really fabulous
Everything I do precise everything is accurate
Fuckin on ya bitch too nice she said it's immaculate

She gon be spinnin again and spinnin again (yuh)
Brodie pulled up he too trim pulled up in the Benz
Just to let you know I don't hang with many men
Niggas be way too pretend

I don't really wanna make new friends
Make new friends
I just pulled up I just pulled up

(Hook)
They wan talk but ain't got none left
I'm the pop but he ain't my son yea
I get the guap nigga not no ones (yea)
I want the tree cloudy in my lungs

I roll my weed I don't smoke no papers
All my niggas keep pipes
Young nigga ridin down the street no bike
Nigga better keep them lights on (yea)

Spray like lysol lately
We don't like them
I think my mind gone
I can't find him