Net Talk lyrics

[Chorus]
n*ggas diss me on the net, we ain't into clout chasing
Strapped up in an Audi, I'm driving like Jason Statham
Gotta let the whistle blow if I bump into a pagan
Then it's Rice Krispie bars and no comment in the station
Get respect in my hood if you let your stick go
She ain't tryna hold my heat, I gotta let that chick go
My darg got a L plate, that's twenty-five Crimbos
Friends started moving funny when I got some big dough

[Verse]
Got an olive on my wrist, Richard Mille time soon
All these hoes on my di*k, they used to act brand new
Saloon hypo I'm blowing, I'm too big for the coupes
I'm stepping with a chrome spinner likе Bishop in Juice
Shh used to be my darg thеn he turned to a rat
No cap, if I see him he's getting turned to a pack
My cuzzy got shot, we ain't gon' speak bout that
Why you think when I'm stepping out, I've got my own strap?
I don't drink, I don't smoke fam, I'm fully vigilant
I'm tryna put an opp down fam, no civilian
Sawn-off shotty sparks like a tourbillon
I like chicks that are mad freaks but act innocent
If that pus*y make me feel good, I might put you in a song
She f*cked me on the first night, babe that ain't nothing wrong
Used to have a PPK like the one in James Bond
SK round my neck got me feeling like King Kong
Any car that I'm in gotta have limousine tints
I grew up listening to 2Pac, Jacka and Brotha Lynch
I got shot point blank range, I wouldn't snitch
It's blood in, blood out when you step on the pitch
It's blood in and blood out when you step on the curb
I put your name on a list and cross it off, that's my word
A hundred bags ain't nuttin when you link with the Turks
When I hit the opp grove fam, I come in reverse
How you speaking on the homies to get gyal in your sheets?
I slapped corn at shh, fam I got the receipts
My shotgun came taller than Jermaine Dupri
Killers in them A-cats got my tunes on repeat
Even opps listen to my tracks and say that I'm hard
If I get the D-low then I'ma run in your yard
I'm tryna leave an opp physically and emotionally scarred
More time I got the pattern if I'm up in the dance
[Chorus]
n*ggas diss me on the net, we ain't into clout chasing
Strapped up in an Audi, I'm driving like Jason Statham
Gotta let the whistle blow if I bump into a pagan
Then it's Rice Krispie bars and no comment in the station
Get respect in my hood if you let your stick go
She ain't tryna hold my heat, I gotta let that chick go
My darg got a L plate, that's twenty-five Crimbos
Friends started moving funny when I got some big dough