Just Talking lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Enrgy made this one)
Huh, baby K left him hangin' out the whip like he a—, alright
Left 'em all, n*gga, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: RMC Mike, Babyfxce E, YSR Gramz & KrispyLife Kidd]
Baby K left him hangin' out the whip like he a thot b*tch
Oh, you got Drac'? Let me test it, this a pop quiz
I can call the judge today, b*tch, I'm locked in
Just got some pop in, I gotta keep it out my pop's hands
I'm a chill n*gga, but I hang with all hotheads
You only paid a hundred for that line, bro, your pop thin
I wasn't in the beef, but f*ck it, let me hop in
I ain't been to Jumu'ah in a minute, but me and my akhs locked in

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, count a million up alone, I ain't got friends
I pour an eight up in a twenty-ounce, now the pop thin
b*tch, I was sellin' 'bows of kush when they copped regs
Just threw a hundred thousand up in Truth, that's a drop Benz

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Ever since I linked with IUR, we been locked in
Adidas Gucci joggin' 'fit on off the Top Tens
Caught an opp thinkin' with his di*k, left him boxed in
Okay, we went shot for shot, but he did not win
Chop puttin' n*ggas in the box, call it the undertaker
Ever since I hopped into the booth, I made a bunch of paper
f*ck a b*tch, made her get on top, I'm finna undertake her
b*tch was kinda cute, but her pus*y had an onion flavor
[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
Kel-Tec a mummy maker
You the type to f*ck the pus*y and get the money later
Put all my money up in rap and got the bungees later
In three months, I got it all back, it was a bunch of paper
And now I got a bunch of haters
Ain't have to turn her up, she was turnt before I got her
Your money at the crib, bro, I can pull it out my pocket
Just snatched a n*gga Charger like I took it out the socket
I ain't arguin' with no ho, I ain' trippin', b*tch, you got it

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I'ma shoot you in your face if you reach up in my pocket
Ten 'bows in this crib, pick your 'za, I got options
n*ggas actin' tough, what's a goon to a goblin?
Lil' bro keep his ski mask on, he a robber
John want two P's, I'll be there in an hour
This a dirty-ass blick, it need a shower
Like I played on that one show, I got power
I know some young n*ggas gettin' money out in Broward

[Verse 6: Icewear Vezzo]
Switchy on that b*tch, shoot a thousand by the hour
Two million all in slips, gotta count it by the thousands (b*tch)
Water on my wrist, my Rollie, it's a shower (What?)
Ran me up some sh*t with lil' brodie off the powder (n*gga)
Yeah, b*tch, all my ice hittin' (What up?)
Type of n*gga hit the lean and drink a pint with us (Hoo)
A hundred shots back to back, ain't no fight in 'em (Ah)
Dog strong, I'll hit the tan 'til it's lightskinned (Yeah)
f*ck is n*ggas talkin' 'bout? Know who they talkin' to
If he tell, then he dead, that's how bosses move
Leave his dreads in his hands when that Larkin shoot (Pah-pah)
Drop Benz, scrapin' up the rims, gotta park the coupe
[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
I was tryna hit 'em, but I was too far to shoot
You pussies caught me lackin', but you ain't had no heart to shoot
Ayy, Vezz, I'm finna stretch this Quagen, watch how I work the deuce
Chop hit the middle of his 'Vette, watch how I park the coupe
I'm plugged everywhere I go like an aux cord
On top of the opps' crib, on the roof, I'm doin' parkour
A bunch of rookie-ass n*ggas, I'm playin' the game on hardcore
My b*tch Italian, I'm all in her pus*y screamin', "Bonjour"