Smooth sh*t Talking lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
Enrgy made this one
I'm smooth sh*t talking

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'm smooth sh*t talking
My llil cousin smoke weed, come get a zip off him
n*gga, you a lil ass pup, I'm a big doggy
n*gga, have you ever caught a play off a walky talky?
n*gga, we can tell your Bust fake, you got on party Cartis
A n*gga can't get the ups on me, I ain't play with [?]
I have my n*ggas come through and blow up your party
[?] tied up and sh*t talking, we just getting started
Light the backwood up, it smell like a n*gga farted
f*ck around and drop 5 tapes, just like Tha Carter
My n*gga [?] sh*t, just like an artist
Told that n*gga he a b*tch, just like his daughter
n*gga want smoke in this b*tch, we can get it started
Don't say too much on a song, you gon' get indicted
You can't come to my city, 'cause it's too much violence
I can't even trust dawg, I think he wearing a wire

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Just lost in 2K, I'm finna shoot the house up
I'm off of 4 percs, I'm on the couch stuck
Suck my di*k, baby, [?] mouth [?]
In other words, I wanna get mopped up
I'm mad as hell, 'cause that n*gga Broose all in my ear
Sit the f*ck down, I know that you want a beer
He just made me lose in 2K, I done shed a tear
What the f*ck?
n*ggas ain't homies, these n*ggas wangstas
Catch a n*gga out in traffic, [?]
Never on the ho sh*t, boy, I'm a f*cking gangsta
You ain't never on no [?], bro, you a f*cking hater
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
You got beat up all your life, you is not gangsta
I felt 50 Cent when he said n*ggas wangsta
Heard you f*cked up at home, you ain't got paper
I got aim with this Glock, I don't need a laser
On my mama, I got aim, I don't need a beam
Martin Luther King, lil n*gga, I just had a dream
You don't get no pus*y, lil n*gga, you be f*cking fiends
I ain't get no pus*y from this b*tch, 'cause I was off the lean
But I got up in her mouth, like some listerine
Told my n*gga calm down, don't cause a scene
Cause we can pop him right now, Glock in my jeans
Man, I'm sick of all these n*ggas tryna be like me

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
I used the internet for huh
I used the internet or a bag, not no f*cking [?]
[?] in the handgun getting dumped out
Your mans went to prison, and he a punk now
[?] somebody b*tch
I seen [?] money in that video, it was counterfeit
Your shoes big as hell, I guess they kinda fit
This b*tch pus*y tight as hell, my di*k kinda fit
But I gotta spit on it, I guess it's kinda lit
Dawg wearing used Off White, I guess it's kinda [?]
b*tch pus*y feel like sandpaper, she made the condem rip
Defenetly sh*t talking, I'm just moving sh*t