Yhung T.O., OMB Peezy - Talk My Shit lyrics
LeParis Kentae Dade Sr.
[Yhung T.O., OMB Peezy - Talk My Shit lyrics]
Let me talk my shit
Look at my neck, then look at my wrist
Just another nigga from the
Hood that got rich with the shit
Baby keep Chanel bag with the stick
Racks, fuck I can't even count it i made it
Got em thinking why the
Fuck they even doubted
I was brought up by my granny
Knew I always had a talent
Used to ride for them hundreds
Now we count by the thousand
Ooh, look at it, this money piling
I'm piling money, now I gotta wear it
Ain't no more counting case over
I still ain't paid the rest of my bounty
Ugh, instead of moving up, they wanna down me
Whoever, fuck it
We sliding you ready or not?
I'm finna light that ass up
Then head to the spot
Better hope a angel guard your head
Cause that lead finna pop
Send some hot shit through your head
Watch it spread down the block
Ready or not, if you sliding
We airing em out if my closest brother told
No sparing him out
I remember I was down, I ain't have a lot
Feds tryna build a case
So it's fuck the cops
Copping any foreign off the lot now
I remember I was down bad, but I'm hot now
All these bitches they just want
Me for my guap now
A lot of opps now, so I gotta keep a chop now
My head heavy
Just sipped four ounces of purple
Might fuck your daughter
I'm deep in that water like I'm a surfer
I ain't have a quarter
Now I gotta charge her just for my service
Can I take your order? My love
Customers know what I'm serving
I'm not a barber
But I'll line you up for a little paper
Got a youngin in The Bay who'll
Bust your brain for a scraper
Just got a banger and that little
Hoe come equipped with a laser
Think you, getting away
I'm still on your trail like the Blazers
BIP my brother, bitch it's 2-2 gang forever
Show up and that's my opp
We sliding on niggas together
They be talking all that hot shit on
Them socials 'til we catch em
Glock 17, I was checking niggas pressure
It's whatever, we ain't tripping
Yeah we ready for it
I can't smoke that kush
It be having a nigga paranoid
Some shit you might get married for
Try to touch the chain on my neck
Some shit you'll get buried for
How your dawg do some fuck shit and
You ain't let him know it?
My little nigga itching for a kill
And I'ma let him blow it
Do a lot for my dawg and she let us record
If I ain't in the 'yo
I'm at you fuck niggas neck when I'm bored
I might just run up a check when I'm bored
Girl I might just want the
Neck when I'm bored
Might slide through your hood with
This Tec when I'm bored
Me and Peezy switching states
Performing on tour
Me and TO in New York when
You can't leave the state
You already told on yourself
Too late to beat the case watch your food
Cause when you look away they take your plate
Bitch you know I'm worth the wait
Don't mind be being late
Me and Peezy from the mud
But it's two different states
Turning down deals from labels if
They ain't tryna pay
Where we from they never gave
So we had to take i remember having no food
Now we eating steak
Ooh, let me talk my shit
Stop looking at my neck and
Bitch get off my dick
Just another nigga from the mud who got rich
Gotta always keep a new Chanel
Bag with the stick, peezy
Look at my neck, then look at my wrist
Just another nigga from the
Hood that got rich with the shit
Baby keep Chanel bag with the stick
Racks, fuck I can't even count it i made it
Got em thinking why the
Fuck they even doubted
I was brought up by my granny
Knew I always had a talent
Used to ride for them hundreds
Now we count by the thousand
Ooh, look at it, this money piling
I'm piling money, now I gotta wear it
Ain't no more counting case over
I still ain't paid the rest of my bounty
Ugh, instead of moving up, they wanna down me
Whoever, fuck it
We sliding you ready or not?
I'm finna light that ass up
Then head to the spot
Better hope a angel guard your head
Cause that lead finna pop
Send some hot shit through your head
Watch it spread down the block
Ready or not, if you sliding
We airing em out if my closest brother told
No sparing him out
I remember I was down, I ain't have a lot
Feds tryna build a case
So it's fuck the cops
Copping any foreign off the lot now
I remember I was down bad, but I'm hot now
All these bitches they just want
Me for my guap now
A lot of opps now, so I gotta keep a chop now
My head heavy
Just sipped four ounces of purple
Might fuck your daughter
I'm deep in that water like I'm a surfer
I ain't have a quarter
Now I gotta charge her just for my service
Can I take your order? My love
Customers know what I'm serving
I'm not a barber
But I'll line you up for a little paper
Got a youngin in The Bay who'll
Bust your brain for a scraper
Just got a banger and that little
Hoe come equipped with a laser
Think you, getting away
I'm still on your trail like the Blazers
BIP my brother, bitch it's 2-2 gang forever
Show up and that's my opp
We sliding on niggas together
They be talking all that hot shit on
Them socials 'til we catch em
Glock 17, I was checking niggas pressure
It's whatever, we ain't tripping
Yeah we ready for it
I can't smoke that kush
It be having a nigga paranoid
Some shit you might get married for
Try to touch the chain on my neck
Some shit you'll get buried for
How your dawg do some fuck shit and
You ain't let him know it?
My little nigga itching for a kill
And I'ma let him blow it
Do a lot for my dawg and she let us record
If I ain't in the 'yo
I'm at you fuck niggas neck when I'm bored
I might just run up a check when I'm bored
Girl I might just want the
Neck when I'm bored
Might slide through your hood with
This Tec when I'm bored
Me and Peezy switching states
Performing on tour
Me and TO in New York when
You can't leave the state
You already told on yourself
Too late to beat the case watch your food
Cause when you look away they take your plate
Bitch you know I'm worth the wait
Don't mind be being late
Me and Peezy from the mud
But it's two different states
Turning down deals from labels if
They ain't tryna pay
Where we from they never gave
So we had to take i remember having no food
Now we eating steak
Ooh, let me talk my shit
Stop looking at my neck and
Bitch get off my dick
Just another nigga from the mud who got rich
Gotta always keep a new Chanel
Bag with the stick, peezy