sh*t Talk lyrics
by Jermaine Dupri
[Intro]
Come on n*gga, f*ck wrong with you n*gga?
Yeah, n*gga that's me, yeah you know what's going on
Yeah, n*gga young Savage
Slaughter Gang n*gga
Yeah, big stick everywhere you see me at
.30 hangin' out everywhere you see me at
Yeah, gang, gang, 4L sh*t
[Verse 1]
Big dawg Savage, Maybach V12, big dawg status
Get your ass whacked, now I got a homicide fetish
Come pick up your b*tch, I put my hot dog in her relish
Your baby mama text me, she want hot dog in her belly
How them n*ggas still gang-gang and they tellin'?
All my shooters rockin' Eliantte, but they killin'
She a public figure, but in private, she be stealin'
Thirty models in the house, I gave 'em each a minute
[Interlude]
Yeah, you know, it's thirty models in the house, you know
They say, "Use your time wisely," so I gave each of 'em a minute (A minute)
Know what I'm sayin'? They enjoyed it too
You know it's enough of me to go around baby, don't be stingy
[Verse 2]
I'm in a Rover with a shooter
Got a college girl and a cougar
I got thirty hollows in this Ruger
And my Glock give lessons, it's a tutor
I ain't with the jibber jab, give your ass the quickest jab
I'm the type to buy a Bentley, you the type to skip a tab
Damn n*gga you still in cabs? Can't afford no Uber?
Trappin' .30
All these plain janes may ice snatch me up
Way before the arrest I was icy as f*ck
When we see the opps down mud they just duck
I ain't even draw it down yet they know it's up
Jiggle on my balls, giggle on my balls
Put her on apparel get a check to suck me off
Spend the night is your GPS broke? b*tch you lost
He thought dissin' me would get him on it got him off
[Outro]
Stupid ass n*gga look at you now
Come on Craig, get up Craig
Stupid ass n*gga, dusty ass n*gga
Ain't no gettin' up with this sh*t n*gga
Your ass go down, it's over with (Over with), ain't no comin' back
Head shot, head shot', red dot, red dot, top shotta, top shotta