Talk Yo Shit Lyrics

[Intro: Blaatina]
A Lau on the beat
Ayy

[Chorus: Blaatina]
Talk your shit, I'ma talk my shit, I ain't never gon' cap, ayy (Yeah)
I'ma take your shit, you gon' take your bitch, then we all gon' laugh, ayy (Woah)
Yeah, I'm so, so rich, always keep the stick, I ain't never gon' lack, ayy (Brrah, brrah)
Yeah, I'm so, so lit, got a whole new clip, rob your man in broad day, uh

[Verse 1: Blaatina]
If the plug make a call then I'm on the next flight
And I'm moving them pounds (Ayy, ring)
Bitch, I was hood rich 'fore I was rap rich
Please do not come back around (Ayy, hell nah)
If you want smoke, we gon' bring all the guns
We gon' come in and shut that bitch down (Ooh, bye)
You said I'm not good in your hood
But I'm here right now and I don't hear a sound (Shh)
Only thing I hear is my Glock reloading
Your bitch want a problem, she can get it
Sending off shots like a free throw
Blaatina, bitch, and you know that I'm with it (Goofy)
I won't let you get the cheat code
Ride with my killers, they gon' make you feel it
I know I got a big ego
Did it myself and I stayed independent (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Blaatina & Stunna 4 Vegas]
Talk your shit, I'ma talk my shit, I ain't never gon' cap, ayy (Yeah)
I'ma take your shit, you gon' take your bitch, then we all gon' laugh, ayy (Woah) Yeah, I'm so, so rich, always keep the stick, I ain't never gon' lack, ayy (Brrah, brrah)
Yeah, I'm so, so lit, got a whole new clip, rob your man in broad day, uh (4X)

[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
No, I won't send no diss, I'ma go in his shit
Bitch, I really live what I rap, ayy
I still'll slide on an opp and go chill on the block
I still ride with the strap in my lap, ayy
I still'll fly out to Cali and go to the stu'
And have your bitch at the crib catchin' my bops, ayy
I'm clutchin' in on the spot, might punch me an opp
But bitch, I ain't punchin' no clocks
Bitch, I still post at that one way
Whole lot of trapping and dice games
I'm in the hood with my ice on
Touch me, you get used for a gun range
Stunna, man, I'm a real block star
Hit the stage, them hoes go insane
My lil' nigga itching to knock an opp off
I say you food, you get ate like a fish plate

[Chorus: Blaatina]
Talk your shit, I'ma talk my shit, I ain't never gon' cap, ayy (Uh)
I'ma take your shit, you gon' take your bitch, then we all gon' laugh, ayy (Haha)
Yeah, I'm so, so rich, always keep the stick, I ain't never gon' lack, ayy
Yeah, I'm so, so lit, got a whole new clip, rob your man in broad day, uh (Yeah)

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