Lil Wyte - Talkin' Ain't Walkin’ lyrics
[Lil Wyte - Talkin' Ain't Walkin’ lyrics]
Yeah!hypnotizeminds! One more
Motherfucking year!
This gangster shit will not be televised!
I need all yall to get up!
And the shit ain't motherfucking funny
We're about to handle all these hoes
In here right motherfucking nowwhat!
Haters talkin' but haters ain't walkin'
Into this fucking fire, these
Haters ain't walkin, into this fucking fire
Bitch-slap that sucker
Bitch-slap that sucker
Bitch-slap that sucker
Bitch-slap that sucker
Yeah they call me Lil Wyte
I'm back out on the grind
I'm drinking everyday
I'm smoking on some pine
I gotta do it big until the day I die
You cool with me in my face
But a hater in disguise, what!
You can get slapped down when
I'm in your town
Popping off some rounds when
I'm on that crown we usually pull up slow
With lights off and guns drawn
Everything about to go
You ain't know hooligans were in your home
Take it easy
They don't want shit except your life
They'll even take a small fry, some coke
Colt, and your wife
You should've thought about
Circumstances, reprocussions
And consequences but, you didn't
Now you're swimming somewhere
In the Mississippi
I ain't gone nowhere
I've been chilling in the same cut
Smoking on the same bud
Feeling on the same butt
Still fuck with the Six
Still roll with some killers
Still hang with a big click and
Kick it with drug dealers
So, what you wanna do? I
Can have you whole crewhog-tied
Buried alive underneath a swimming pool
But, no I'm not a evil dude, in fact
I'm pretty fucking humble
400, 000 records independent
Hear my stomach rumble
And I'm just getting started, pimpin'
You ain't seen retarded, pimpin'
Fuck it, I'll be modest to
Me, I'm the fucking hardest, pimpin'
I can spit harmless yet horrific
At the same time, kill you
Bring you to life and get you
High with the same rhyme line
Ok, you ask me how do I do it
I call it whiteboy wyteboy magic
I'm not the only one with it
I'm just flashy with a passion
I've been missing in action but now I'm
Back whack rappers better duck and hide
And for all the haters I have around so
Guard your grills and adjust your eyes
Smoke on, keep cheifing
I ain't trying to ruin your weekend
But, I'll fuck your mother though and show
You the real meaning of beefing
I'll be grinding while you whining
I'll be shining like a diamond
You thought this dirt would
Still be worthless
If I was realtor building dollars
But keep your head up
I was not trying to destroy your dream
Like Hank Williams said, "It's
All good pimpin', you can hate on me"
The more you talk
The more it'll let me know
My walk is doing fine
So keep your mouth open
Running at all times, motherfucker!
Motherfucking year!
This gangster shit will not be televised!
I need all yall to get up!
And the shit ain't motherfucking funny
We're about to handle all these hoes
In here right motherfucking nowwhat!
Haters talkin' but haters ain't walkin'
Into this fucking fire, these
Haters ain't walkin, into this fucking fire
Bitch-slap that sucker
Bitch-slap that sucker
Bitch-slap that sucker
Bitch-slap that sucker
Yeah they call me Lil Wyte
I'm back out on the grind
I'm drinking everyday
I'm smoking on some pine
I gotta do it big until the day I die
You cool with me in my face
But a hater in disguise, what!
You can get slapped down when
I'm in your town
Popping off some rounds when
I'm on that crown we usually pull up slow
With lights off and guns drawn
Everything about to go
You ain't know hooligans were in your home
Take it easy
They don't want shit except your life
They'll even take a small fry, some coke
Colt, and your wife
You should've thought about
Circumstances, reprocussions
And consequences but, you didn't
Now you're swimming somewhere
In the Mississippi
I ain't gone nowhere
I've been chilling in the same cut
Smoking on the same bud
Feeling on the same butt
Still fuck with the Six
Still roll with some killers
Still hang with a big click and
Kick it with drug dealers
So, what you wanna do? I
Can have you whole crewhog-tied
Buried alive underneath a swimming pool
But, no I'm not a evil dude, in fact
I'm pretty fucking humble
400, 000 records independent
Hear my stomach rumble
And I'm just getting started, pimpin'
You ain't seen retarded, pimpin'
Fuck it, I'll be modest to
Me, I'm the fucking hardest, pimpin'
I can spit harmless yet horrific
At the same time, kill you
Bring you to life and get you
High with the same rhyme line
Ok, you ask me how do I do it
I call it whiteboy wyteboy magic
I'm not the only one with it
I'm just flashy with a passion
I've been missing in action but now I'm
Back whack rappers better duck and hide
And for all the haters I have around so
Guard your grills and adjust your eyes
Smoke on, keep cheifing
I ain't trying to ruin your weekend
But, I'll fuck your mother though and show
You the real meaning of beefing
I'll be grinding while you whining
I'll be shining like a diamond
You thought this dirt would
Still be worthless
If I was realtor building dollars
But keep your head up
I was not trying to destroy your dream
Like Hank Williams said, "It's
All good pimpin', you can hate on me"
The more you talk
The more it'll let me know
My walk is doing fine
So keep your mouth open
Running at all times, motherfucker!