Trae Tha Truth, Young Dro, Hustle Gang, Peanut Da Don - Talk My Shit lyrics
Young Dro [D'Juan Montrel Har] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Trae Tha Truth, Young Dro, Hustle Gang, Peanut Da Don - Talk My Shit lyrics]
Your crew ain't no killers
Your hittas ain't hit shit
What's your body count nigga
Y'all niggas don't live that shit
All these extended clips, them sick dicks
Every nigga made my hit list
Got scratched off like quick pick
You're not a gangsta, you're a crook
Put down a gun, get a book
You're just a diamond with some fire
That's why your shooting don't look
Smile soldier, no train then IKEA get hit
Sucker living in the rep
That's why your wig get split
They say they some shooters
I don't believe these niggas
They say they some hittas
Well I don't need these hittas
Nah, I don't need these hittas
Thuggin' turned me into a killer
Tryna flush 'em like a shitter
Fire comin' through your pillow
Bet I make a nigga quit, 150 in the stick
I'm just tryna get ya fixed
Put this all up in ya mix
Anywhere I go I'm piped down
Play with tha Truth and get wiped down
If I go to beef and I bite down
Pull up on ya black out
Like it's lights down
Ski mask and a driver
Gun checkin' for a coast
Let them youngins go to work
They just here to get ya
Why you playin' with a boss
You ain't graduate the corner
Keep it movin' in a new whip
Truck'll beat you to a coma
Get your bitch cuz I was on her
Head shot now she a domer
When I'm done I'm getting lost
Sorry for you I'm a loner
I don't care bout 'em I finesse 'em
Every diamond on me random
Gang flier then a jet
I just need a place to land' em
I got a stick, let it hit
I'm finna talk my shit
Run up on me get brrr holes all in your fit
Run up on me get hit let me talk my shit
Bet i talk with the stick
I ain't tryna hear shit
Air it out to my man con
I'ma shoot y'all and some
When I pull up with a stick
We gon' hold you for ransom
My gun shaking, hold me
Like I got a nose bleed
Bukuboobukuboobooboomboom
Like Pac nigga, you can't hold me
Tryna turn up on me, get shot in the mouth
We ain't playing bitch, not in the South
I kill ya outside, and not in the house
I got respect for your momma
But not your spouse
I tie that bitch up and rape her too
Bitch show me the bricks
The boy got an account
Twenty two in ya stomach
And bitch runnin' a leg
Keep squirming around and get one in the head
Boy I'm gon' out you
I don't nothing 'bout you
It's Hustle Gang, you don't care bout who?
Bout to pull quick
Cuz y'all ain't doin' shit
I load the machine gun up out you
Brrrr brr brr brr pa pa pa, ya feel me
I got a stick, let it hit
I'm finna talk my shit
Run up on me get brrr holes all in your fit
Run up on me get hit let me talk my shit
Bet i talk with the stick
I ain't tryna hear shit
I got a stick, let it hit
I'm finna talk my shit
Run up on me get brrr hoes all in your fit
Run up on me get hit let me talk my shit
Bet i talk with the stick
I ain't tryna hear shit
Your hittas ain't hit shit
What's your body count nigga
Y'all niggas don't live that shit
All these extended clips, them sick dicks
Every nigga made my hit list
Got scratched off like quick pick
You're not a gangsta, you're a crook
Put down a gun, get a book
You're just a diamond with some fire
That's why your shooting don't look
Smile soldier, no train then IKEA get hit
Sucker living in the rep
That's why your wig get split
They say they some shooters
I don't believe these niggas
They say they some hittas
Well I don't need these hittas
Nah, I don't need these hittas
Thuggin' turned me into a killer
Tryna flush 'em like a shitter
Fire comin' through your pillow
Bet I make a nigga quit, 150 in the stick
I'm just tryna get ya fixed
Put this all up in ya mix
Anywhere I go I'm piped down
Play with tha Truth and get wiped down
If I go to beef and I bite down
Pull up on ya black out
Like it's lights down
Ski mask and a driver
Gun checkin' for a coast
Let them youngins go to work
They just here to get ya
Why you playin' with a boss
You ain't graduate the corner
Keep it movin' in a new whip
Truck'll beat you to a coma
Get your bitch cuz I was on her
Head shot now she a domer
When I'm done I'm getting lost
Sorry for you I'm a loner
I don't care bout 'em I finesse 'em
Every diamond on me random
Gang flier then a jet
I just need a place to land' em
I got a stick, let it hit
I'm finna talk my shit
Run up on me get brrr holes all in your fit
Run up on me get hit let me talk my shit
Bet i talk with the stick
I ain't tryna hear shit
Air it out to my man con
I'ma shoot y'all and some
When I pull up with a stick
We gon' hold you for ransom
My gun shaking, hold me
Like I got a nose bleed
Bukuboobukuboobooboomboom
Like Pac nigga, you can't hold me
Tryna turn up on me, get shot in the mouth
We ain't playing bitch, not in the South
I kill ya outside, and not in the house
I got respect for your momma
But not your spouse
I tie that bitch up and rape her too
Bitch show me the bricks
The boy got an account
Twenty two in ya stomach
And bitch runnin' a leg
Keep squirming around and get one in the head
Boy I'm gon' out you
I don't nothing 'bout you
It's Hustle Gang, you don't care bout who?
Bout to pull quick
Cuz y'all ain't doin' shit
I load the machine gun up out you
Brrrr brr brr brr pa pa pa, ya feel me
I got a stick, let it hit
I'm finna talk my shit
Run up on me get brrr holes all in your fit
Run up on me get hit let me talk my shit
Bet i talk with the stick
I ain't tryna hear shit
I got a stick, let it hit
I'm finna talk my shit
Run up on me get brrr hoes all in your fit
Run up on me get hit let me talk my shit
Bet i talk with the stick
I ain't tryna hear shit