Talking Ish (feat. Ballout)

I know niggas plottin'
I know they want me, but that hammer on me
When I go to bed, when I go to sleep
Got the gun in the sheet

Or I got me a bitch, I got me some money
Either three of the three
She say she wan' eat, so I up my meat
Said bon appétit

You don't fuck with me, you don't fuck with me
That what it's gon' be
I come from the trenches I had to get paid
Ain't nothin' for free

Chopper from Greece make your bitch ass go jump in the creek
I'm drivin' this bitch with my phone, we talkin' a car with no key
I hop in the V, go to the stu' and go drop me a V
This bitch talking to us, she talking to you, she talking to me
I had fifteen blunts today bae you should see what I see
I see pigeons in a heard, I see flying sheep
You talk on the beef, you talking to me, but talk is too cheap
You sneak dissing me to her and he but we gonna see

Hit that bitch with the du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du'
She be like aw shit
Hit his ass with the du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du'
He tryna talk shit

Ballout gonna pull up and pop your ass like a balloon, nigga
I'm in the Maybach I'm riding it like it's a broom, nigga
Get the shit clear when the elephant up in the room, nigga
And I got a .45 Glock and six of the shrooms, nigga
Leave your bitch ass bloody red, we leave you maroon, nigga
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, we making it home, nigga

I was just rolling the pack up we call it the strong, nigga
Get in the kitchen, get your ass off of the phone, nigga
I always wished that the money and me had a bond, nigga
If you ain't never quit, you are the one, nigga
You want the bitch? I'm sellin' her, send me the funds, nigga
Feelin' that way about it, then go get your gun, nigga

Aye, I fell in love with being rich
With a rich bitch, how she rich, she don't ask me for shit
Told my lil' cousin don't ask me for shit
We used to see how high we could get
Used to go and buy me a split
You might see me out sellin' the shit
When my granny was telling me shit
I was out servin' belly and shit

Son why you keep buying cars?
This for Rosa, Harriet and 'nem
Riding around with thirty in there
I don't know no one as scary as him
Tell that lil' ole fool, just be cool, fore' ya'll be burying him
Glad I ain't get a job 'cause I hate work
Bitch ate me like dessert but she ate first
She ate my dick up on the spot, you went on a date first
Nah I ain't joking, April Fools, nigga it's May 1st

Smoking that gasoline-a, riding with nina' in back of the V-na
Why I didn't show up to court? I do not know it's gon' get me subpoena
Know she gon' let me freak her, say she don't squirt, she is a creamer
Fifty for a show, fifty for a verse, nigga ain't answer for neither
I'm in a new spaceship I'm finna go pick up a eater
Bitch thought I was gon' love her, but I am a demon, I had to leave her
Bitch is a dick pleaser, and when she be suckin' she is a teaser
Make me up the nina', up the nina' and macarena

I don't want your thot you can keep her, even though she gon' stop when she see us
Man I be loaded with racks, I be counting up guap in the theater
We was up in the theater, I seen a bad bitch and I'm stoppin' to meet her
She took pics in the Rolls, dropped that bitch off, she hopped in a Beetle
Got enough diamonds for leisure, if I go broke I so happen to need 'em
She know my pockets is green, and she bit that apple I Adam and Eve'd her
I make her call me daddy, when I be fucking I slap and I beat her
Got a lil' bitch in the club, throw 10k when I pop in and see her

Young nigga comin' from nothin', hop out the Rolls, hop in the Lambo
Then when I hop out the Lambo, hop in the Maybach, call it the Limo
And we got sticks like Rambo, bitch we got guns, never run out of ammo
I can get in any hood in blend in, bitch you can call me camo
Got LV on my sandal, this ain't no fruad, no this ain't no scam though
Ridin' around with a fan, think you hot, we blow out your candle
Beat yo' ass with a whippet, not the small one, the one with the handle
Fonem'll take your life so never take that shit for granted

White Vet, black stripes, riding in a zebra
I don't fuck with niggas you know all my brothers keeper
Playin' with my money pussy, know this shit get deeper
Riding through my city, I'ma reaper
Nigga laid up on his back he a sleeper
Forgiatos color money, color jalapeños
Out in LA ridin' around wit' a singer
And I'm ridin' 'round with my bee's we'll sting ya

I don't love bitches nigga you know that I'm a cheater
Since I got the pounds she think she can smoke the weed up
I ain't even gotta pop out to be G'd up
I po' up in the club, all the hoes, when we geeked up
I'm sippin' on lean, Styrofoam like a tea cup
Nigga talking down, when I'm around, speak up
Ten thousand a month I spend on my speaker
Playin' wit' my name, nigga get you a t-shirt