Kodak Black, Humble Haitian, CBE - Talk About It lyrics

Aye, she know I be runnin' it, too
Lil' shawty know I'm full of love
She know I'm bullshittin'
Aye, King, stop playin', boy
Turn the light on in here

She know I'm bullshittin'
She know I'm running the game
Lil' shawty know I'm selling dreams
She buyin' it anyway
Start some beef with me, boy
It'll be over any day
And my plug, he come from Italy
Yeah he keep me paid
Everyday I'm sippin' on remedy
Yeah I keep that drank
They need to free my dogs literally
'cause they in a cage
I fuck with youngins sometimes
You straight, but you got crooked ways
Life's a gamble
Crushin' beans all in my ace of spades
Know I used to fuck with Sheen
'til I heard he gay
I heard a nigga stuck a broom
Right up his dirty ass
And, I be on a molly sippin' Grand Marnier
And, I don't like nobody, so get out my face
And, I be out here wilin', bitch
I'm young and violent
Aye, I'll get out my body, I get out my lane
I be way in Venus, I get out my space
The Devil, he be creepin'
Get him out my space
I'm slidin' wit' my toast
But it'll get you baked
And, I don't need a holster
When it's on my waist
Yeah, I'm a hell raiser
But I'm heaven made
I'm a Gemeni, so I got 7 ways
And I poured the lean up in my lemonade
I use this shit to my advantage
Call it 7 days and I stack it like a
Sandwich wit' no mayonnaise
I swear sometimes I wanna tell you
But I don't ever say

Casino where my niggas play his spades
Niggas be like bitches
They be throwin' shade
Bitch, get out my face
Don't like them anyway
Bitch, I'm gettin' money on pills
And I got laid i'm like a horse on hay
I'm talking Mary Jane
Like Miami keep that Heat but I’m in Pompano
Nigga come 'round playin'
Snipers make you hit the floor
Stay strong, nigga bitch, I'm on my 10 toes

Front a nigga, call it "dope on layaway"
Ship it through FedEx, sell it on Ebay
My goons goin' crazy, they goin' insane
Mention my name, I'm aimin' at yo' brain
Far from you lames, we are not the same
Took a nigga bitch
He ain't seen the hoe since
If it don't make dollars
Then it don't make sense
Bust 'em in the head with the llama
Call it common sense