Icewear Vezzo, Peezy, G.T. - No Talking lyrics

(You recordin', Smerf?)

Rolex stones and that brand new
Presi' out the box they been talkin' crazy
We went heavy on the chops
Kicked his ass up out the TV room
That nigga hot
We don't play that shit in 039
Get ran off top
Don't book me for a show if I
Can't come in with the Glock
I got money stashed away that's so old
That shit might rot
She gon' overlook my problems
I spent eighty on this watch
I divorced my baby bottle
I went crazy sippin' Wock'
Rumors I can't come back to the hood
I dropped the top nigga touch a hair on me
And somethin' get dropped, i kid you not
Pull up to Ace of Spade
Get ten thousand ones and hand 'em out
(Just touched down, we ain't shoppin'
We came to buy 'em all)

Wrist a hundred
I ain't really doin' no talkin' (Nothin')
Six cars, nigga
For all the days I was walkin'
Pull up to the club back to back
Coupes back to back
Fall in the bar and rain 'em out the club
Let's go rack for rack (yeah, yeah)
Niggas frontin'
They ain't really doin' no ballin'
(For real) the way we be around oranges
Think we know Spalding
That ice came off Ice
You think he fuckin' with us? Good night
The pints goin' for a cheaper price
So we took flight (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, Richie on me dancin', this a one-in-one
Put my youngins on, rich
As fuck, yeah, bitch, i run the slums
I put Micky on some shit and
I put Drum on some
Icy than a bitch, water flooded
I need plumbing done
Drop a bag on 'em, niggas thirsty
I can't call it off he ain't pay that tab
Chuckie cut them niggas' water off
Yeah, or he take his chain
Debo stall 'em off really out here hustling
You just cop 'cause you know all the law
Every piece they had in Hutch, yeah, bitch
I bought 'em all
From buyin' real estate, rap, and merch
I'm havin' all in all
You need to pick your homies up
Them niggas fallin' off
Code talk, told the plug I'm whippin'
I just fought a dog

Wrist a hundred
I ain't really doin' no talkin' (Nothin')
Six cars, nigga
For all the days I was walkin'
Pull up to the club back to back
Coupes back to back
Fall in the bar and rain 'em out the club
Let's go rack for rack (yeah, yeah)
Niggas frontin'
They ain't really doin' no ballin'
(For real) the way we be around oranges
Think we know Spalding
That ice came off Ice
You think he fuckin' with us? Good night
The pints goin' for a cheaper price
So we took flight (yeah, yeah, yeah)