Shit Talking ft. PSO448 Lyrics

I appreciate what y'all did, because these cockroaches would've cleaned me out this season

Speaking of cockroaches, where was your antennas when them niggas were stealing my shit out the stove

I didn't see them take anything

You didn't see them take anything? Well, look next time! Use your eyes

They ain't supposed to just be hazel, they're supposed to do some goddamn work around here

This ain't for play! I don't do this for fun

I'm sorry

Don't be sorry, Obie

Half a Lord

Gee, well, you know what? I'm tired of your presence. Dismissed

Energy man, why you do that, man

Y'all already know what the fuck going on

Whole lot of 448 shit

Whole lot of bruh's scared shit

I done fucked up

Huh

I done fucked up

Hmm

In the trap with a brick, I done fucked the money up

Lil' bitch bad as hell, but she need her tummy tucked

20 racks in my purple jeans, I got the money stuffed

Fine ice without the..

Fine ice without the paperwork, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck

Who the juke on the IRS? Nah, I'ma hunt it up

30 racks in a Nike bag, I got the switch tucked

Put the button on a nigga, mama, I just made her give it up

Switch cheese a nigga whip, we make him switch it up

I said he want 10 bags, then I'm pulling up

Trap been booming all day, I ain't no sitting duck

Six hundred for the zip, I'm smoking on Donald Trump

Ten chains on, 50 racks and I'm rocking buffs

Give my nigga 10 racks, he gon' put them in a trunk

Good side bent back, we're smoking bubblegum

And it ain't the two, bitch, we smoking number one

Pop bitch shit in the party, bro, niggas can't have no fun

Can't get on the feet with me and cuz, he ain't got no fun

See these niggas in the strip club, they ain't even throw no one

Can't get in with me, lil' boy, you ain't even got no gun

I did my homework, they say your big homie ain't have your name

You stuck in the crib, you can't go out, you ain't got no funds

I'm in the club, geeked up, smacking straight buns

I pop out fresh as hell, straight nipsey hunts

And cuz on the beat, man, this bitch going number one

Finna cop a new piece, ice it out, make it 101

I just got a new brick, bust it down, make my trap drop

I just dropped it in the pot, brought it back, but I lost one

He sniffed the whole eight, I don't know how that nigga heart pumping

I been booming, now my shit ain't just start jumping

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