Talk My sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
I'ma talk my sh*t
I'm gonna pop my sh*t, I'm gonna
(Say, Brig, turn me up)
Yeah, on gang, yeah, yeah
(TNCDontPlayWithMe) Yeah, yeah, b*tch

[Chorus]
Now look, I'm on my sh*t
So let me talk my sh*t
I swear, I'm 'bout my sh*t
Don't give no f*ck 'bout a b*tch
Y'all n*ggas broke, ain't on sh*t
My baby mama on di*k
I'm 'bout that trauma, been with it
Say, f*ck that boy and his clique
Now look, I'm on my sh*t
So let me talk my sh*t
I swear, I'm 'bout my sh*t
Don't give no f*ck 'bout a b*tch
Y'all n*ggas broke, ain't on sh*t
My baby mama on di*k
I'm 'bout that trauma, been with it
Say, f*ck that boy and his clique

[Post-Chorus]
I fell in love with ratchet hoes, I hate the classy hoes
I'm what they never seen before, go get a bankroll
Got 'em pus*y poppin' in this b*tch, somebody stop me in this b*tch
n*gga, go muggin' in this b*tch, she gon' get stomped, whooped out and sh*t
[Verse]
She make her ass clap, I gеt behind, I'm probably get it from her moms
I'm frеaky, sh*t, I got a problem
Need Plan B, I ripped the condom
Please don't pass me no bottle
She threw it back, you knew I caught her
I can't buy a b*tch no Prada
Rather go buy me a chopper
Oh, they got me on that dumb sh*t
f*ck your ho and who you with
Run up, get hit with a blick
I'll shoot you dead in your sh*t
Rip through your car with this stick
I'll get you dropped, make a diss
Spin on your curb with my jit
Make his head burst with that switch
Woah, he need crutches again
Ain't learned from talkin' that sh*t
We gon' thug 'em and thug 'em again
Might hit up they sprinter van
Lil' Rare spin like a ceiling fan
I want bodies too, but I don't really think they understand
Oh
I'm on that dumb sh*t, that dumb sh*t, that dumb sh*t
Make your lil' ho turn around and pull her pants down
Beat the pus*y up until I'm tired, blow her back out
Baow, baow, baow (Oh)
b*tch, I'm that thang, you know my name
And I ain't ashamed about a thing
f*ck these hoes and what they say (Oh)
Reach for my chain and lose your brain, stay in your lane
That's on Big Dump, b*tch, you gon' die
[Chorus]
Now look, I'm on my sh*t
So let me talk my sh*t
I swear, I'm 'bout my sh*t
Don't give no f*ck 'bout a b*tch
Y'all n*ggas broke, ain't on sh*t
My baby mama on di*k
I'm 'bout that trauma, been with it
Say, f*ck that boy and his clique

[Post-Chorus]
I fell in love with ratchet hoes, I hate the classy hoes
I'm what they never seen before, go get a bankroll
Got 'em pus*y poppin' in this b*tch, somebody stop me in this b*tch
n*gga, go muggin' in this b*tch, she gon' get stomped, whooped out and sh*t