They All Talk (Make The News) lyrics

[Intro]
ATL Jacob
Uh-huh, y-yeah
Let's go
Woof, uh, ey, what up, what up?
I'ma hit it, oh

[Verse 1]
Uh, catch up (Let's go), uh, b*tch catch up (Let's go)
Uh, n*gga catch up (b*tch), uh, b*tch catch up (Let's go)
Uh, n*gga catch up (b*tch), uh, b*tch catch up
Uh, n*gga catch up (b*tch), uh, can't catch up
Uh, can't keep up (At all), streets hungrier than a b*tch, gotta feed 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
n*ggas fake than a b*tch, I don't need them (Nah)
All the fake ass b*tches, you can keep them, too (Let's go)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you will make the news (For real)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you gon' make the news (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, hey)
I ain't playing with these n*ggas tryna boss up (Yeah)
Dolcе and Gabbana, spend a couple dollars on my joggers (Racks, racks, racks)
Uh, choppas on dеck, that's for anything, we never lose (No cap)
AP Rollie, cost a grip, lil' n*gga don't get confused (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Uh, these n*ggas all talk, these n*ggas all (Talk)
Uh, these n*ggas all talk, someone get 'em off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk sh*t, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down (Down)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, woah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh (Grrah, grrah, bow-bow)
[Verse 2]
Two-fifty on my watch, I dare a n*gga to take it (Ya dig?)
You showing off your b*tch, why? n*gga, your b*tch basic (Haha)
Upper, upper echelon, these n*ggas be basic (No cap)
These n*ggas be trying to be act crazy, b*tch don't even have home training (Yeah)
Need a leash, do you? (Do you?)
I'm a dog, but I be walking without my leash, mm (Do you?)
I go hard on these n*ggas in the paint, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Like I'm Kobe with that f*cking fade away, yeah, yeah
Straight off in the [?] (Skrrt)
Ain't no catchin', M16 ain't no AK (Uh)
It'll get to clappin' (Grrah), you Kim K and my gun Ray-J (Haha)
But you ain't finna get famous off that day (No cap)
You ain't finna get famous off that day (Uh)

[Chorus]
Uh, these n*ggas all talk, these n*ggas all (Talk)
Uh, these n*ggas all talk, someone get 'em off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk sh*t, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down (Let's go, down)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, bow)