GetRichZay, Setitoff83 - Talkin’ Bout lyrics
[GetRichZay, Setitoff83 - Talkin’ Bout lyrics]
Out, I'm on the money route, Ayy
I'm on the money route, but if it’s
Smoke, I'll bring a hundred out, Ayy
(Quick and good, fam)
Ayy, I don't give fuck what
A nigga talkin' 'bout (Ayy)
Ayy, soon as we walk in
We gon' walk 'em down (Ayy)
Had that ARP stashed in my mama house
(Ayy, grrt)
I'm on the money route, but if it’s smoke
I’ll bring a hundred out (Ayy, grrt)
Soon as I step in, I have 'em runnin’ out
(Ayy)
So much money, nigga, we ain't runnin' out
(Ayy)
You tryna rap beef for some fuckin' clout
(Ayy)
I send a boss nigga to your auntie house
(Boom)
Ayy, I put them 2SGs on a nigga (Gang)
Nah, I put them 223s on a nigga (Ayy)
Ayy, this ain’t no casual blunt
That I smoke on
I put like three Gs in a Swisher (Gas)
Ayy, I know she fuckin' on gang 'cause she
Pullin' heart eyes all up under our picturеs
(What else?)
Ayy, thesе niggas hate from them benches
Them niggas never outside posted
In them trenches (Ayy)
Ayy, niggas just want some attention
I got my fire on me 'cause
I feel like it's tension (No cap)
Ayy, I tape a nigga for pitchin' (Ayy)
But I'm a fly nigga, bitch
I feel like a pigeon ayy, pray to that money
Like it's my religion
I got like two shooters in the kitchen
(What else?)
I got like three shooters in the backyard
So don't think you finna catch me slippin'
(Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, and I got so many different bitches
I got 'em thinkin' that a nigga pimpin'
(Ayy) ayy, thirty-three shots in the
Glock like Pippen
Ayy, this bitch hit, it ain't doin' no skip
(Boom)
This bitch hit, it ain't doin' no jammin'
(Brrt) hop out blammin' (Blam)
I catch an opp, I'ma hop out whammin'
(Yeah)
Ayy, bitch, I'm a gangster, real-deal bandit
(Yeah) ayy, you ain't a gangster
You can't understand me (Ayy)
High off a Perc', nigga, ain't no landin'
Ayy, bitch
I'm deep in that water like Sandy
Come do the slice in this shit like Rémy
I let that chopper sing just like Brandy
(Brrt)
I'm throwin' bullets like I'm Payton Man'
(Ayy)
Beat up they block, nigga, just like Manny
I get to shootin' shit just like Danny
(Swish)
Ayy, I don't give fuck what
A nigga talkin' 'bout (Ayy)
Ayy, soon as we walk in
We gon' walk 'em down (Ayy)
Had that ARP stashed in my mama house
(Ayy, grrt)
I'm on the money route, but if it's smoke
I'll bring a hundred out (Ayy, grrt)
Soon as I step in, I have 'em runnin' out
(Ayy)
So much money, nigga, we ain't runnin' out
(Ayy)
You tryna rap beef for some fuckin' clout
(Ayy)
I send a boss nigga to your auntie house
(Boom)
Ayy, I put them 2SGs on a nigga (Gang)
Nah, I put them 223s on a nigga (Ayy)
Ayy, this ain't no casual blunt
That I smoke on
I put like three Gs in Swisher (Gas)
Ayy, I know she fuckin' on gang 'cause she
Pullin' heart eyes all up under our pictures
(Yeah, what else?)
Ayy, these niggas hate from them benches
(Yeah) them niggas never outside posted
In them trenches (Ha)
I put a ten on a nigga head
So don't be surprised when he come up dead
I'm the one hear from big bro with that yeah
(Shh) it would be smoke if it
Wasn't for his dreads (Ayy)
You can't hang with me if
You ain't caught a head
Ayy, BO take gas, we put shit to bed (No cap)
Ayy, put shit to sleep
I still want all the smoke, bitch
Pull up off the East
Ayy, I'm in the mall, racks up, too deep
But you know Big 3
I got the Glock in the britch (Boom)
I'm forever thuggin', ain't shit to the G
(No) nigga reach for a chain
That's when he rest in piece (Uh)
Ayy, that's on Gunna
Still'll pull up, broad day, drop a hundred
Ayy, bitch, add up three
Nothin' less than a hundred
Ayy, I just put dick and your bitch tryna run
(Go) ayy, two hundred packs in this
Bitch with them gunners (Let's go)
Ayy, I'm in this bitch with them Gs, threes
Whole lotta Glocks, chops, ARPs (Ayy)
Whole lotta dead niggas, recipes (Huh)
And I got like a dub up in my tee (No cap)
I ain't tryna talk, bitch, I'm off the lean
I'm tryna bust down off a beam
I'm tryna get bustdowns for the team
You know I want bodies, nothin' in between
Ayy, I don't give fuck what
A nigga talkin' 'bout (Ayy)
Ayy, soon as we walk in
We gon' walk 'em down (Ayy)
Had that ARP stashed in my mama house
(Ayy, grrt)
I'm on the money route, but if it's smoke
I'll bring a hundred out (Ayy, grrt)
Soon as I step in, I have 'em runnin' out
(Ayy)
So much money, nigga, we ain't runnin' out
(Ayy)
You tryna rap beef for some fuckin' clout
(Ayy)
I send a boss nigga to your auntie house
(Boom)
Ayy, I put them 2SGs on a nigga (Gang)
Nah, I put them 223s on a nigga (Ayy)
Ayy, this ain't no casual blunt
That I smoke on
I put like three Gs in a Swisher (Gas)
Ayy, I know she fuckin' on gang 'cause she
Pullin' heart eyes all up under our pictures
(What else?)
Ayy, these niggas hate from them benches
Them niggas never outside posted
In them trenches
Ayy, ayy, y'all niggas ain't never outside
(Ayy, ayy)
You comin' for Lil Flip himself, man
Ayy, ayy, fuck the four, fuck
The O, fuck the eight, Nigga
Fuck the, fuck the seven, nigga, fuck 'em
Fuck 'em, long live Fifty, bitch
Ayy, and we push up on anybody too, bitch
And we don't rap beef
Nigga, stop that shit, Man
Stop playin', nigga