Shit Talk Lyrics – Toohda Band$
Singer: Toohda Band$
Title: Shit Talk
Yeah, i’m a shady n#gg#, but my wrist bright
40k at neiman’s, that ain’t nothin’, boy, that sh#t light
Six lines of wock’ in the soda, this a thick sprite
The opps got guns and we got guns, let’s have a stick fight
The ar blackout, i just named that b#tch midnight
Came out the house with nothin’, made twenty, this a good night
I got reach in the pen’, i can get you killed with one kite
You ain’t trappin’ how i’m trappin’, you don’t take flights
Let a n#gg# try to take somethin’ off me, i’m finna take life
Fat n#gg#, order lambchops and some steak bites
Shit, whippin’ dope up in the kitchen with a steak knife
I did a lot of wrong sh#t in my life just to play right
Five-seven penetrate his window, call safelight
Spin off a block, blow his crib down and then i take flight
The best shit-talker that you know, you better say mike
Cash on deck, i need it now or you can keep that sh#t
Ray rice on that elevator, i just beat this b#tch
Or i can pop you in your sh#t, n#gg#, we legit
No cap, n#gg#
This is what we doin’, bring that sh#t back, n#gg#
A hundred ‘bows on the floor, we finna move ’em all
Shit, i can kill your #ss too, so don’t get too involved
Unky #ss at that gas station, still shootin’ raw
Fifty in the drum with a switch, watch me shoot it all
Ayy, ri, bring that sh#t back, i think i f#cked up
My opps tried to slide in the striker, got it cut up
A lot of shells flyin’ through this b#tch, you better not run up
I popped a n#gg# then popped another, guess i one-upped
Damn, mike, you just tried to kill the whole beat
An opp took a picture on my car, shot up his whole street
f#ck them other n#gg#s around the corner, that’s my old beef
Glock 23 with the switch, that’s my old heat
Damn, sh#t, i gotta switch the flow up
I drunk too much lean this morning, i’m ’bout to throw up
I had to put mike up on this beat, we finna go up
We in la in that laferrari doin’ donuts
We had to take lil’ bro pro’ ’cause he froze up
Pop the door, any sucker n#gg#, they yellin’, “hold up”
n#gg#s mad ’cause they b#tches on us ’cause we froze up
Shot a n#gg# in his adam’s apple ’cause he owe up
Ri and mike the shit-talkers, i be talkin’ too
Had to slap the sh#t out my lil’ cousin, he was talkin’ loose
Crazy how she got some good head and she only got one tooth
Y’all probably think that n#gg# cappin’, but i got the proof
Mike popped a n#gg# walkin’ up, so i popped him too
Yeah, you got some dunks, but these travis, we got different shoes
b#tch, i’m on the thirty-fourth floor, we got different views
Nah, mike, this a penthouse, we got different rooms
f#ck a k, this a streetsweeper, we got different tools
You gotta pay the b#tch just to f#ck, we got different rules
You the type of n#gg# to buy some green and probably think it’s cool
A n#gg# sayin’ that i’m broke, it must be april fools
41 bust, the face blue, come jump in the pool
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