Dot Da Genius, JID, Denzel Curry, Kid Cudi - Talk About Me lyrics

Dot Da Genius, baby

What the fuck do these people know about me?
(Mhm)
Everybody on the block talk about me  (Mhm)
Way back in the day, you used to doubt me
(What?)
Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me
(Mhm)
What the fuck do these people know about me?
(Mhm)
Everybody on the block talk about me (Mhm)
Way back in the day, you used to doubt me
(What?)
Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me

Got your
Got your boy feelin' like I'm fat Gucci
(Brr)
Feds wanna do me, hoes-hoes wanna sue me
(Yuh) if you get some money
Better bring it back to me (yeah)
Everybody on the web actin' like they knew me
(Woo) never was a new me
(Nah) , I'm just rockin' new shit
Dress like I serve an eight ball
No pool stick (yeah)
And my record clean, so I never do shit
Denzel an animal, yeah, I'm on my Zuu shit
Fuu shit, never could fly
Dress like a chicken that's ready to fry
Curry The Killer, the nigga be I
Take you for a ride
Cop a black on black hovercraft that float
Or I pull up in a
Phantom like Kids See Ghosts, uh
(yeah)

What the fuck do these people know about me?
(Uh, uh)
Everybody on the block talk about me (yeah)
Way back in the day, you used to doubt me
(Uh, uh)
Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me
(yeah)
What the fuck do these people know about me?
(Uh, uh)
Everybody on the block talk about me (yeah)
Way back in the day, you used to doubt me
(Uh, uh, um)
Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me
(yeah)

Women catchin' feelings
Say they wanna have my children (Uh, huh)
Poppin' for the weekend and I'm
Bouncin' off the ceilin' in the tree
Got me down under play
With the madness friend
Got 'em, get 'em off the, I'm too faded
Faded often (yeah)
Realest niggas, yeah, see it, let me hear it
Been the illest, ask Dennis, we been
On that bitch and with it, hey hey
Automatic (Hey) , nigga don't want no static
Tried to tell him it was tragic
Got that niggas in a panic and it (Yuh)
Too cold, two fold, watch me lean
I'm too focused, yo, I keep a new goal
I'm livin' dreams (Ha)
Type of negro that'll go in rage mode
The evil creeps
The Devil cannot hold a middle
Finger how it be (Uh, yeah)

What the fuck do these people know about me?
(Uh, uh)
Everybody on the block talk about me (yeah)
Way back in the day, you used to doubt me
(Uh, uh)
Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me
(yeah)
What the fuck do these people know about me?
(Uh, uh)
Everybody on the block talk about me (yeah)
Way back in the day, you used to doubt me
(yeah, uh, Uh, uh)
Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me
(Uh, look, yeah)

Tell me what the fuck do
People know about the bros?
Bunch of pie flippin' niggas
They don't work at Dominos
Take a slice out a nigga, delivery
Not Digornio dinner before the sundown
Then I was out the front door
Denim saggin', Girbaud
Then I'm back in my mode
Bet a motherfuckin' black got my back
Anybody want a TEC? No
Let's go when the night get lit
And the lights get low
When the light get shit but I might just go
'Cause I might just shift into crisis mode
Slight glitch, but I'm 'bout to explode
I'ma just go to where nobody knows me
I'm in a Ghost, mm, maybe the Rolls
Heard I was givin' up smoke
But double the dose (Double the dose)
I'm an adult, standin' on ten of my toes
Stumble the roach i don't be doin' the most
But if you know you know
But what the fuck you know?

Everybody on the block talk about me
Dot Da Genius, baby
Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me