TALK lyrics

[Intro]
808 Mafia
b*tches love Steezefield

[Chorus]
I ain't gotta shoot because my brodie got it on him
Heard they want me dead, they want me layin’ in a coffin
Had to f*ck it up, I got the bands inside the pockets
Say she want me back, well, baby, you know I got options
I ain't gotta shoot because my brodie got it on him
Heard they want me dead, they want me layin' in a coffin
Had to f*ck it up, I got the bands inside the pockets
Say she want me back, well, baby, you know I got options

[Verse]
Guess I’m picky-choosy (Oh yeah)
My life like a movie (Oh yeah), turn that b*tch to a groupiе (Into a sl*t)
She gon' f*ck for Saint Laurent, that Fendi and that Gucci (All for that bag)
That b*tch too damn bougiе, and she too scared to lose me (Oh yeah)
I heard that they talk, but ain't on game and ain't on sh*t
Tell me they was lookin' for me, my dawg got it on his hip (What's that?)
Please don't play me for a pus*y, I ain't on no rookie sh*t (Nah, nah)
Pulled out my watch and check the wrist, b*tches know what time it is (Oh yeah)

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta shoot because my brodie got it on him
Heard they want me dead, they want me layin’ in a coffin
Had to f*ck it up, I got the bands inside the pockets
Say she want me back, well, baby, you know I got options
I ain't gotta shoot because my brodie got it on him
Heard they want me dead, they want me layin’ in a coffin
Had to f*ck it up, I got the bands inside the pockets
Say she want me back, well, baby, you know I got options (Options)