Ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
N****, what?
Yeah
Go
(They got Wooskii on the mix)
N***** ain’t gon’ shoot shit (shit)
N***** ain’t gon’ shoot nothin’ (nothin’)
What you got that gun for (why?)
When you ain’t doin’ no huntin’? (No huntin’?)
Soon as we catch his head, take him down
We gon’ fuckin’ punt it
Rubber band ’round the money
All blues, all hundreds
We don’t do no stuntin’, uh (what?)
Foe’nem steady gunnin’ (huh?)
Catch a opp, switch his ass (switch, switch)
We gon’ hit the button (hit that button)
Why you got yo’ hand in yo’ pocket? You ain’t got none
Foe’nem got FNs like a rocket, but, we got somethin’
We gon’ put his ass up in a double cup (double cup)
Ayy, foe’nem roll him up, like a binder, we gon’ fold him up
Ayy, folks comе from behind ya
When he gеts close enough
He gon’ poke you up and smoke you up
Foe’nem know what’s up, ayy
Buddy ass got popped up (yeah)
But, we ain’t did that (we ain’t did that)
Ayy, tell the opps, “Come catch up”
They need some get back (they need some get back)
Ayy, they’ll never catch up, so, I can sit back
I can chillax, sit back and watch ’em get whacked
Ayy, bro, we runnin’ shit from 51st to 59th (59th)
Every n**** on my block got a pipe, we take a life (we take a life)
Boy, we got three stripes, all black, all Nike (all Nike)
I see he tryna fight, boy, if one fight then we all fight (fight we all fight)
Go, big dog status
Ayy, $100K, you ain’t never have it (ayy)
You ain’t never have to get it
You ain’t been on savage
Ayy, foe’nem really out here, uh, we ain’t never average
Get some ass, get to clappin’, ayy
Let me turn this bitch up one time (one time)
Ayy, if he tweakin’, then his ass got one time then they all dyin’
Foe’nem know we send them bullets, them bitches all flyin’
Time to go, we all slidin’
If y’all hide, we find
Uh, uh, let me talk my shit
Uh, uh, let me talk my shit
Uh, uh, let me talk my shit
Uh, uh, let me talk my shit
Foe’nem got a thirty in this bitch, ayy (got a thirty, uh)
Foe’nem got a thirty in this uh, extended clip, ayy
Foe’nem ridin’ ’round with that pipe on his hip, ayy
Take that bitch right out, we the pipe on the strip, ayy
We don’t have no guns, ain’t no pipe in the dip, ayy
We all got some guns, it’s some pipes in this whip, ayy
We got every clip, but, ain’t no promags
Got a shootout, know it’s gon’ jam, that bitch don’t blow fast, go
Droppin’ all ’em songs with them weak ass pipes (weak ass pipes)
Callin’ me tryna get it on, but, you ain’t got no pipe
Why you callin’ me? That’s really like you playin’ with your life
I might not come tonight, you out of state then I’m bookin’ me a flight, go (where you at?)
Uh, uh, let me talk my shit
Uh, uh, let me talk my shit
Uh, uh, let me talk my shit
Uh, uh, let me talk my shit
Foe’nem got a thirty in this bitch, ayy (got a thirty, uh)
Foe’nem got a thirty in this, uh, extended clip, uh
Foe’nem ridin’ ’round with that pipe on his hip, ayy
Take that bitch right out, we the pipe on the strip, ayy
N****, go
Credits & Song Knowledge
Song Title: Talk My Shit
Performed by: PGF Nuk
Written by: Akira G King Yuen, Virgil Gibson
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
Album: Switch Music
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