Talking sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1]
If I'm up and you down, we gettin’ pape' together
Bring the wrong K out the crib, we finna change the weather
I'm finna chase this n*gga down like a German Shepherd
Lil’ b*tch, I don't f*ck with you, you got bummy handle
n*gga say it's up, then it's up, I ain't givin' out passes
Told him don't shoot, but he shot, man, he trigger-happy
n*gga said he got that bag in, but he ain't got that package
’Cause them n*ggas ain’t doin' what they say, them n*ggas just be rappin’

[Verse 2]
I can put my foot on the 'bow, I compressed it
And I need sixty-five an eighth, this the best sh*t
Hit they block with this K, I guarantee I stretch sh*t
n*ggas act tough, they don't know they got a deathwish
n*ggas want beef 'til you burn, now he tellin’
b*tches act tough 'til you f*ck 'em, now they yellin'
Thirty in the Glock, that b*tch sittin' on my pelvis
Bro cook the dope, grab the fork, he need extras
Wrapped that sh*t so many times, you can't smell it
The plug f*ck with me, when I call him, he gon' mail it
Hitting the stand, writing statements, all that sh*t tellin'
I kill 'em with fashion, caught a body in Margielas
Thirty-two for four-forty-eight, but I'ma mail it

[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
I need a hundred a line for this drank or I'm not sellin' it
I don't even buy drank from n*ggas, it's probably tampered with
I just smelled some Act' in my dream, it was heaven-sent
Woke up and told my b*tch to go and get some medicine
If ain't codeine on the script, then it's irrelevant
I got love out in Cali, they just sent me clothes
I got a plug on the yay, but I ain't sellin' dope
And I got a plug on the drank, but you would never know
If I get a pint of Hi-Tech, I only sell a four
Unc' don't smoke crack cocaine, but he be sniffin' coke
[Verse 4]
Big boy ten mil' hold twelve, this b*tch'll sink a boat
Put my young dog on your ass, somethin' gettin' smoked
They said the feds lookin' for me, what the f*ck they want?
I'm in a Scat everywhere like no the f*ck they don't
Made a hundred thousand off weed like, n*gga, f*ck that dope
Everything I say now, I gotta talk in code
Gotta watch what I say, 'cause feds tappin' phones
n*ggas catchin' fed cases 'cause they movin' wrong
Next package that I'm gettin' gon' be stupid strong
Off-White everything, you sick I came VLONE
'Bout to hit the road with your b*tch, I had to send her home
Switch the gurbs over from the iPhone to the flip phone
Just got a bag in, n*gga, but that b*tch gone