DizzyEight, Pe$o Pete, Ty Wild - TITAN TALK! lyrics
[DizzyEight, Pe$o Pete, Ty Wild - TITAN TALK! lyrics]
Flex, walked in wit' my (koll)
Set! yeah! Set! yeah! Set! yeah! Set! yeah!
(Walked in wit' my)
Set! yeah! Set! yeah! Set! yeah! Set! yeah!
Set! yeah! (Aye)
Poppin' out, we hit the block, make contact
(yeah! yeah)
Chop' got sight, I don't need no contact
(Brr)
I'm castin' curses, don't need no contract
(Aye) seen y'all nonsense
Bitin' off styles, they ain't
Write 'em like Wild
Better peep that contrast (Bitch)
Y'all tracks wack, never rap like mine
Y'all slatt cap, now ya hat likе slime
(yeah yeah) talk that smack, but I know
You nеver walked that, man
Better dial that back, dog
I'm not no bitch
Only crabbin' 'boutta dollar
Stay lit how I try and forget my problems
Every shot you tryna send
Didn't land, bro', nada
I'm a different dog, Goddard
And my bitch top model (What?)
You ain't fuckin' wit' the prophet
Couldn't fuck with my apostles
Couldn't catch, to be honest, if it's facts
Then you really can't rap, to be honest
Like that (To be honest)
Draw flames, get splacked wit' the sauna
Get blacked wit' my 45 strap
I got forty-five blunts switch straps
He slashed with the fo'-five sum (yeah)
It ain't 'bout this and that
Young PE$O ain't dumb (No)
If he want contact
Then I hit 'em wit' a drum
Then I hit 'em with the drum
Now his soul leavin' out of his body
An exorcism crisis, it's existential
When I show 'em what's inside his body
It's surgical
Uppercut'll put his life on a vertical
Elevate a stairway to Heaven's Gate
Chop' at his top
Now the opp' a convertible
Put the piece to his mind, let him meditate
Shock to his block, now his body is terminal
All hands on deck if they come for me
I'm pullin' yo' card if they summon me
You jokers transparent
I see through your poker face
Watch how man'll fold in front of me (Bitch)
You in a awkward position
He cookin' 'til I bring the
Mop in the kitchen (yeah)
So stop it when I let it pop off the belt
Best believe that this is not
A prop' that I'm grippin'
See I'm not concerned wit' who
Hot and who isn't
You just mad 'cause we hot and you isn't
I jumped out the sky wit'
My Glock and my bitches you Brock
Couldn't handle a thot in yo' bidness
(Thot in yo' bidness)
I'm hot 'cause I'm already
Clocked for conviction
I stopped makin' wishes and
Put in the difference
These ten-thousand hours like rocks
In the kitchen not stoppin' or switchin'
The ultimate vision
(Stoppin' or switchin' the ultimate vision)
And I scope wit' precision (Pew)
Dot on the chopper like Sharingan shot
And it not finna miss him
(Not finna miss him)
Fuck is this talkin' subliminal shots
And then slip when
You walk like you not wit' that bidness?
(Like you not wit' that bidness?)
Y'all just some bitches (Bitch)
But if y'all wit' the shit's, then I am
Too
Glock lockin' and twistin', no Cantu (Yuh)
But we rub up yo' bitch, she get ran through
(Ha ha haha)
Brain take a vacation, no lampoons
Gang takin' ya bae and ya bands, too
(yeah yeah)
Claims sayin' I'm great wasn't planned
Dude
Lames labelled the same, where ya fans, fool?
Aye! (Ha ha ha)
Set! yeah! Set! yeah! Set! yeah! Set! yeah!
(Walked in wit' my)
Set! yeah! Set! yeah! Set! yeah! Set! yeah!
Set! yeah! (Aye)
Poppin' out, we hit the block, make contact
(yeah! yeah)
Chop' got sight, I don't need no contact
(Brr)
I'm castin' curses, don't need no contract
(Aye) seen y'all nonsense
Bitin' off styles, they ain't
Write 'em like Wild
Better peep that contrast (Bitch)
Y'all tracks wack, never rap like mine
Y'all slatt cap, now ya hat likе slime
(yeah yeah) talk that smack, but I know
You nеver walked that, man
Better dial that back, dog
I'm not no bitch
Only crabbin' 'boutta dollar
Stay lit how I try and forget my problems
Every shot you tryna send
Didn't land, bro', nada
I'm a different dog, Goddard
And my bitch top model (What?)
You ain't fuckin' wit' the prophet
Couldn't fuck with my apostles
Couldn't catch, to be honest, if it's facts
Then you really can't rap, to be honest
Like that (To be honest)
Draw flames, get splacked wit' the sauna
Get blacked wit' my 45 strap
I got forty-five blunts switch straps
He slashed with the fo'-five sum (yeah)
It ain't 'bout this and that
Young PE$O ain't dumb (No)
If he want contact
Then I hit 'em wit' a drum
Then I hit 'em with the drum
Now his soul leavin' out of his body
An exorcism crisis, it's existential
When I show 'em what's inside his body
It's surgical
Uppercut'll put his life on a vertical
Elevate a stairway to Heaven's Gate
Chop' at his top
Now the opp' a convertible
Put the piece to his mind, let him meditate
Shock to his block, now his body is terminal
All hands on deck if they come for me
I'm pullin' yo' card if they summon me
You jokers transparent
I see through your poker face
Watch how man'll fold in front of me (Bitch)
You in a awkward position
He cookin' 'til I bring the
Mop in the kitchen (yeah)
So stop it when I let it pop off the belt
Best believe that this is not
A prop' that I'm grippin'
See I'm not concerned wit' who
Hot and who isn't
You just mad 'cause we hot and you isn't
I jumped out the sky wit'
My Glock and my bitches you Brock
Couldn't handle a thot in yo' bidness
(Thot in yo' bidness)
I'm hot 'cause I'm already
Clocked for conviction
I stopped makin' wishes and
Put in the difference
These ten-thousand hours like rocks
In the kitchen not stoppin' or switchin'
The ultimate vision
(Stoppin' or switchin' the ultimate vision)
And I scope wit' precision (Pew)
Dot on the chopper like Sharingan shot
And it not finna miss him
(Not finna miss him)
Fuck is this talkin' subliminal shots
And then slip when
You walk like you not wit' that bidness?
(Like you not wit' that bidness?)
Y'all just some bitches (Bitch)
But if y'all wit' the shit's, then I am
Too
Glock lockin' and twistin', no Cantu (Yuh)
But we rub up yo' bitch, she get ran through
(Ha ha haha)
Brain take a vacation, no lampoons
Gang takin' ya bae and ya bands, too
(yeah yeah)
Claims sayin' I'm great wasn't planned
Dude
Lames labelled the same, where ya fans, fool?
Aye! (Ha ha ha)