Slimmy B, DJ Gutta Butta, Icewear Vezzo - Shit Talking lyrics

(DJ Gutta Butta, yes yes)
Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr, skurrr
Nigga, nigga, nigga

Wearing shit I can't pronounce and
Shit you can't afford (Lil' nigga)
I grab my strap tight when I
Hear knocking at the door (Who is that?)
Pull up in that Cat
They know it's me they hear it roar (Skrr)
Your bitch begging for this dick I
Only fucked 'cause I was bored
Vlone for my hoodie but my sweats Palm Angels
Your bitch let me fuck I
Beat it up all angles
Tryna park a nigga whip when
I let that Drake go
Was sliding in that Benz I
Be everywhere I can't go
Clutching on this fire on my
Mind it been Birdie (Rip my thugs)
Losing all these niggas back to
Back I been hurting (I swear to God)
Riding in that Rolls getting
Head behind the curtain (Give me neck)
Paid two bands for the FN it was worth it
(Lil' nigga) mixing all these drugs
I pour some mud then throw a perc in it
She put that pussy on me
It's so good I might just squirt in it
Fifty ain't enough open that chop I
Threw a bird in it (Throw a hundred)
Watching all these cameras at the trap
'cause we got birds 'em
Yeah I got a stock up in this
Glock but I keep fifty close
Drop the bitch in and leave a
Nigga whip with fifty holes
(Boom, boom boom)
Shoot the chop just like Steph and
Clay bitch my jimmy cold
Broke the bitch for everything she got
Then told her give me more
Popped a Perc 30 started giggin
Like I'm Diddy Combs
My bitch from the hood but she
Like to act saditty though
Sucka niggas talking out they ass
Until we get 'em gone
Yeah a nigga gained a couple pounds
But I'm still Slimmy though nigga

Yeah, Choppa clip too big
Got a fitting problem (Bitch)
40 loud sound like the engine starting (Vrrm)
Drive the Hellcat like I'm in a 'Rari
A hundred bands on me
All slips look like I did a robbery
I'm a goat up in my city and a millionaire
Just put 200 bowls down and
I can get 'em there
They left my nigga with no bond
He had to sit in there fifties in my buffs
Ten thousand when I sit and stare
Fuck them niggas and they opps and
We want all the smoke
Sit that Drakey on my shoulder
Broke my collar bone (Ouch)
Twenty thousand dollar pitted
I just bought a Rover ghetto nigga
Pour a pint of Aky up in Bossanova
Thirty hanging out my heater I
Might catch me one oh he want an extra pint?
Then I'ma stretch him one
I be thugging with the members
God bless the gun
Shot a whole hundred round clip
And got an extra one

DJ Gutta Butta, yes yes