Shmack Talk lyrics

[Intro]
(RAF is in the building)

[Verse 1: Sethii Shmactt]
We them n*ggas in the town
Got your b*tch up in the back and you know I broke her down
I ain't smoking by the ounce, b*tch, I'm smoking the pound
Got the bucks and I'm out, get the [?] and I bounce
Ayy, b*tch, stop playing
Choosing ain't free, lil' b*tch, start paying
n*ggas do a lot of talking, give a f*ck 'bout what they saying
I just poured me up a four, it got me feeling like the man, damn
They like, "Sethii, why your eyes like that?" Ayy
"Damn, Sethii, why your life that?"
I be smoking on the dope, that's why my eyes like that
Fat forty on my waist, blow your eyes right back
Chose up for the P, b*tch, I need that fee
She gon' [?] a couple [?] for the team
And I got some n*ggas mad, know they plotting on me
I ain't tripping, b*tch, you know I keep a [?] on me
Bankrolls in the bag, keep the gualla on me
Chop like a side b*tch, it gotta stay lowkey
b*tch, stack it up where the roof is
Play me like a fool, on my mama you's a doofus
Ayy, and I hit her with the strip talk
Blue strips all up in my pockets, that's the Crip walk
Break her down then I pass her off, that's the Chris Paul
Stuff a Wood, take it to the neck, watch me lift off, b*tch
[Verse 2: E. Corleone]
Big dope, big smoke, watch me lift off
MOB got these sucker n*ggas p*ssed off
Watch me pull up to the scene, watch me drift off
Come through flexing over here, n*ggas get picked
b*tch, we them n*ggas talking cash though
Big bands, getting to the cake like a fat ho
That chopper hit him, make him lean back, call him Fat Joe
Lil' n*gga, better tuck them chains 'fore they get snagged off
We don't know you, back back 'fore you get blast on
MOB, twenty n*ggas, twenty masks on
I been running up a check, got the guap coming
Wanna get tied in with the mob, n*gga, drop something
I need the fee, I need it all right now
She do the check and do the neck, I get my nut in her mouth
And if you looking for some work then hit my phone right now
And, n*gga, f*ck who up next, I'ma ball right now

[Verse 3: Fitz]
Fitz gon' get rich or die trying, count these hundreds 'til my heart stop
Cut her off after she give neck, I call that drop top
Balling like a Raider, in the field just like I'm Marshawn
Missiles like the Navy, b*tch, you sliding like the Cha Cha
Mr. Don Dada, Corleone the godfather
You the boy who cried wolf, I can tell you want no problems
Red bottoms [?], the b*tch gon' bust it like piñata
Sethii Shmactt be my slime, sharpshooter, Black Mamba
Play it smart, lil' n*gga, you don't wanna see that candlelight
Your family gon' be sending out them hearts just like it's Valentine's
Got extra hella clips for n*ggas thinking that they [?]
I turned a schoolgirl to a goer, now her [?] right, n*gga