Talk To Em lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah
Lil' b*tch wanna talk to me
Yeah, ayy

[Verse 1]
Lil' b*tch wanna talk to me
Told that lil' b*tch: "Talk is cheap"
n*ggas know my talk ain't free
Charge a fee to talk on beats
I hope you think twice for any think you crossin' me
Same n*ggas I grew up with, same n*ggas talkin' 'bout offin' me
I hate it when I'm home alone 'cause I think 'bout too much sh*t
Can't no n*ggas call my phone, like I'm on some Ku Klux sh*t
I just boned the yellow bone: pretty face, she super thick
Nina take his black and chrome, and it got a cooler kit
Any n*gga lacking, so my shorties come through movin' sh*t
Just f*cked up my memory, I swear I keep on losing sh*t
Lame ass goofies acting tough, I swear that y'all not foolin' sh*t
n*ggas killin' citizens like n*ggas don't know who to hit
I just spent a check in Neiman's, then I took a jet to Phoenix
When I say I'm next, I mean it
Lil' b*tch gave me neck, she fiendin'
Sometimes I be thinkin': “Why do n*ggas really hate I'm breathin'?”
Then think before my time and realize n*ggas hated Jesus
So I don't sit and try to think or understand it neither
But if you step into my lane, for my respect, I'm squeezin'
'Cause all my killers tote them Glocks, lil' n*ggas, they some demons
I got a bag at ten o'clock, and blew it by the evening
b*tch, I be higher than a solo
Watch, it got them boulders
You want some smoke, then let me know, MAC flip 'em like a folder
Nine on my side just like a holster, streets made me a soldier
I wake up leanin', ain't no forgers, textin' him the Stroger's
I smell like loud, b*tch, that's the odor, got chips like in poker
My ears and wrist it just got colder, sh*t feel like it's polar
[Interlude]
Ayy, yeah, L's
Goin' back in
Uh, look

[Verse 2]
Remember sittin' up in that cell, I knew it wasn't a game
These n*ggas acting like some b*tches, switchin' for the fame
I'm just a victim to these streets, I'm not the one to blame
Nah, can't no n*gga step to me, I'm in another lane
I walk around, I got my chin up, I'm not no beginner
Them hundreds make my roller thinner, got paper like printers
Yo b*tch she see that I'm a winner, want me to nut in her
I can't forget that I'm a sinner, Glocks help me remember
I take the lil' b*tch out to dinner, I f*cked and then spinned her
Make your b*tch top me off the liquor, she reach for my zipper

[Interlude 2]
Ayy, I'm goin' back in
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 3]
Up in these streets, you gotta learn to make the right decisions
Foe 'nem lost freedom and they life from f*ckin' with these b*tches
A lot of n*ggas quick to say another n*gga snitchin'
But can't no n*gga snitch on you if he don't know yo business
Out here, the fake look like the real, make sure you know the difference
I never been up on that stand, I never been a witness
And I be flexin' on these n*ggas like I work in fitness
First n*gga put his hands on me, first n*gga come up missing
Never been drama where you lay at, catch me where the K at
My n*ggas traded and I hate that, it's time for some payback
I never lie, b*tch, I just state facts, they hate when I say that
I'm gettin' high inside the Maybach, I f*ck then let Dre crack
We twirl the b*tch like on a racetrack, can't trust like a playback
b*tch, I'ma needle in a haystack, been like that since way back
[Interlude 3]
L's, L's, L's, ayy

[Verse 4]
We see a opper in these streets, we got them heaters up
We in the club and you know we got them heaters tucked
And when we leave, all the b*tches wanna be with us
'Cause they know we is up, let's get it

[Outro]
Ayy, L's
L's, ayy
L's, L's, L's, L's