BlueBucksClan - Shit Talk lyrics
[BlueBucksClan - Shit Talk lyrics]
Christian Dior drippin'
Tryna wash my sins off
Niggas love that Champion, take that shit off
Blood leaking off me nigga
I can't rinse off i'm tryna hit the lot
I'm tryna pull a Benz off
She can't ride with me unless she suck
The skin off fat cookie 'wood
Yeah it look like Rick Ross
I'm a skinny nigga but I'm still a big boss
Why your bitch on my dick? Tell her get off
My bitch bad
Always lookin' like she pissed off
Boujee bitch like to suck it
With the lip gloss
Winnin' team, yeah we won before the tip off
We got all these blues
Yeah we had a strip off
Last night we poured a eight
We had a sip off facin' all these 'woods
Yеah we blew a zip off
Bitch I'm flyer than a rockеt finna lift off
If that bitch ain't got no money
Tell her get lost
All these blues on my flo', nigga
I'm finna crip walk
I don't wanna do no hook, nigga
I wanna shit talk
Pourin' all this juice like a
Nigga got a big cough tryna do the dash
Tryna make this bitch lift off
Yeah we fuckin' niggas up before the kickoff
Vlone hoodie, damn, I'm finna lift off
One-O-five, John packed, I'm finna get off
If this bitch got me waitin', I'ma peel off
Aw this white girl in the trap
I'm finna get out
If my bitch see my phone, she gon' flip out
Thirty bitches waitin', damn
Who I'ma pick out?
Runnin' up this bag, almost blew my hip out
Pussy good, I couldn't even get the tip out
Nigga run up on this Benz, I'ma whip out
Niggas livin' with they moms
Getting kicked out
Downtown with yo' bitch in a penthouse
I could do it in my sleep, this is so easy
Nigga flexing three-fifty
Ain't got no Yeezys
Bitch blowin' up my phone, saying
"Don't leave me"
I'ma take it off yo' plate, bitch
I'm too greedy
I be fuckin' when you leave
Yeah she too sneaky
Had to leave her ass alone, she was too needy
Tryna suck it in the whip, yeah
She too freaky
Whole five to the face, bitch
I'm too sleepy had to pour it in a Snapple
Ain't no soda here
White Bentayga crawlin' like a polar bear
How the fuck them niggas get in
With that pole in here?
And why the bad bitches
Keep runnin' over there?
Moncler jacket on, yeah
Like it's snowing here
If the Clan in this bitch
Then it's dough in here
If she get up in this truck
She gon' go in there
I had room for three bitches
But it's four in there amiri skinny, yeah
She tryna rip my pants off
With the Clan, she get ran like a hand-off
I'm a Grizzley in the
Fifties like I'm Randolph
Niggas trippin' in the club, had a standoff
I like ghetto, hood bitches
Them the best ones
Got her weave to her ass and her nails done
I'm a fly fat nigga like I'm Big Pun
I don't wear no Champion, I can't fit none
Tryna wash my sins off
Niggas love that Champion, take that shit off
Blood leaking off me nigga
I can't rinse off i'm tryna hit the lot
I'm tryna pull a Benz off
She can't ride with me unless she suck
The skin off fat cookie 'wood
Yeah it look like Rick Ross
I'm a skinny nigga but I'm still a big boss
Why your bitch on my dick? Tell her get off
My bitch bad
Always lookin' like she pissed off
Boujee bitch like to suck it
With the lip gloss
Winnin' team, yeah we won before the tip off
We got all these blues
Yeah we had a strip off
Last night we poured a eight
We had a sip off facin' all these 'woods
Yеah we blew a zip off
Bitch I'm flyer than a rockеt finna lift off
If that bitch ain't got no money
Tell her get lost
All these blues on my flo', nigga
I'm finna crip walk
I don't wanna do no hook, nigga
I wanna shit talk
Pourin' all this juice like a
Nigga got a big cough tryna do the dash
Tryna make this bitch lift off
Yeah we fuckin' niggas up before the kickoff
Vlone hoodie, damn, I'm finna lift off
One-O-five, John packed, I'm finna get off
If this bitch got me waitin', I'ma peel off
Aw this white girl in the trap
I'm finna get out
If my bitch see my phone, she gon' flip out
Thirty bitches waitin', damn
Who I'ma pick out?
Runnin' up this bag, almost blew my hip out
Pussy good, I couldn't even get the tip out
Nigga run up on this Benz, I'ma whip out
Niggas livin' with they moms
Getting kicked out
Downtown with yo' bitch in a penthouse
I could do it in my sleep, this is so easy
Nigga flexing three-fifty
Ain't got no Yeezys
Bitch blowin' up my phone, saying
"Don't leave me"
I'ma take it off yo' plate, bitch
I'm too greedy
I be fuckin' when you leave
Yeah she too sneaky
Had to leave her ass alone, she was too needy
Tryna suck it in the whip, yeah
She too freaky
Whole five to the face, bitch
I'm too sleepy had to pour it in a Snapple
Ain't no soda here
White Bentayga crawlin' like a polar bear
How the fuck them niggas get in
With that pole in here?
And why the bad bitches
Keep runnin' over there?
Moncler jacket on, yeah
Like it's snowing here
If the Clan in this bitch
Then it's dough in here
If she get up in this truck
She gon' go in there
I had room for three bitches
But it's four in there amiri skinny, yeah
She tryna rip my pants off
With the Clan, she get ran like a hand-off
I'm a Grizzley in the
Fifties like I'm Randolph
Niggas trippin' in the club, had a standoff
I like ghetto, hood bitches
Them the best ones
Got her weave to her ass and her nails done
I'm a fly fat nigga like I'm Big Pun
I don't wear no Champion, I can't fit none