P Talk lyrics

[Intro]
(Who got 'em? Veezy, n*gga)

[Verse 1: Lil Sheik]
Cutting on that b*tch if that b*tch ain't tryna pay me
Two bands a day, I bought [?]
Still that same n*gga that'll do a n*gga shady
Same young wild n*gga used to bustin' on .380s
Born in 2000, nah, I ain't a '90s baby
Pushing dope like the '80s, got the fiends going crazy
Pack straight from Berner, me and T.O. getting hazy
In the hemi lane changing tryna catch another victim
I'm a petty n*gga so I f*cked a opp sister
Stripper b*tch busy, yeah, it's hard for you to book her
Ruth's Chris dining, got kicked out, they smelled the Cookie
All these n*ggas really weak, it's like this rap game on rookie
Since Solano days I ain't never been a pus*y
Pack your n*gga out quick, it all depend on how he looking
How you n*ggas shredding but ain't sh*t getting tooken?
Spent a band on my fit just to keep y'all b*tches looking, Big Money

[Verse 2: FlexCityStreets]
Huh? She do it all for a dollar
Bust a date for the guala then she bring it back to papa
Cashing on designer got me f*cking up my profit
I can't hold a conversation 'less it's money as the topic
n*ggas claim they pimping, boyfriending, need to stop it
You in love with the b*tch, that's why you always take her shopping
A ad or the blade, baby, that's your only option
She had family from the City so I sat her down in Stockton
Sliding in the foreign, Cookies floating out the window
I'm in the game, boy, and I been playing since Nintendo
Sucker say it's beef, I told him I ain't get the memo
Everybody think it's sweet until it's time to pull a demo
40 with a thirty, put it to a n*gga dental
Shells out the chopper make a n*gga do the limbo
Tints on the buffs like some blue and green Skittles
Told the hoe it's real pimping, let me hypnotize your mental
[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
If T.O. slide down he gon' drop something
n*ggas ain't your bros if you get popped and they don't pop nothing
Doing a hundred in the Porsche with the Glock clutching
Bad lil b*tch at the show tryna top something
But I don't trust hoes, that's a no-no
Gotta keep a stick on my hip, that's a pogo
If a n*gga jump dumb let lil bro go
Brodie in the back with the strap sending low blows
Squeezing on this trigger 'til his soul gone
White gold with the Ds, n*gga, this ain't rose gold
Green bean to his face 'til his nose gone
Brodie in the back catching fades 'til his fro gone
Smoking Cookies straight from Berner got me high as f*ck
n*ggas on the Net talking crazy 'til we tie 'em up
n*ggas falling for the b*tch, we gon' line 'em up
SOB the gang, see the chains, she gon' try and f*ck, b*tch