They Wan Talk ft. reallyrack & Jocck Lyrics

They wan talk but ain't got none left

I'm the pop but he aint 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

(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

(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)

They wan talk but ain't got none left

I'm the pop but he aint 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

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 aint 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

They wan talk but ain't got none left

I'm the pop but he aint 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