Talk sh*t lyrics

Yeah

This sh*t too hard

Hah

[Verse 1: Dee Watkins]
Uh, dancin', yeah, my diamonds they be prancin'
I'ma a hood n*gga, baby, ain't romantic
I be out in Florida with finessin' and scammin'
Goin' hard 'til I put my momma in a mansion

Two bad b*tches at the same damn time, uh
You ain't talkin' money, don't bang my line, ah
f*ck her from the back, I be breaking her spine
They gon' pay me what you owe me, don't care if it's a dime

I got n*ggas in that dog cage, uh
Threw my n*ggas out the cell block, yuh
We was trappin' in the hallways, uh
Never listen 'cuz my hair high, are you tellin' me

You're proud of me, you the same n*gga doubted me
Now you tryna come around the tea
Why you watchin' me? On the grass she be blockin' me
In real life, she wanna swallow me, but I'm a
[Chorus: Dee Watkins]
Hood n*gga, but I'm on my boss sh*t
Running up the bands like a n*gga doin' crossfit
And my b*tch real bad, so she talk sh*t
I'm a boss n*gga, so you know I need a boss b*tch

Yuh, hood n*gga, but I'm on that boss sh*t
Running up the bands like a n*gga doin' crossfit
And my b*tch real bad, so she talk sh*t
I'm a boss n*gga, so you know I need a boss b*tch (Listen)

[Tai Boujie]
Gucci, Louis, Prada, n*gga, spoil me on some boss sh*t
Straight from out them trenches, but I'm nothin' less than raw, b*tch
I got my cash, so f*ck your bag, I'ma talk sh*t
Red sporty b*tch, but my name ain't Robin

Fine eye, b*tch, super bad, but she picky
Broke n*ggas make me sick, ugh, don't come near me
I ain't talkin' fightin', but it's hard for you to hit me
I'm a boss b*tch, I need a boss n*gga with me, b*tch

[Chorus: Dee Watkins]
Hood n*gga, but I'm on my boss sh*t
Running up the bands like a n*gga doin' crossfit
And my b*tch real bad, so she talk sh*t
I'm a boss n*gga, so you know I need a boss b*tch
Yuh, hood n*gga, but I'm on that boss sh*t
Running up the bands like a n*gga doin' crossfit
And my b*tch real bad, so she talk sh*t
I'm a boss n*gga, so you know I need a boss b*tch