Dogsh*t Talker lyrics

[Intro]
(Yung Lan on the track)
Big Za
Yeah

[Chorus]
I'm applyin' straight pressure and I ain't lettin' up
I'm goin' over the speed limit, n*gga, ain't no catchin' up (Yoom)
If this rap sh*t don't work, n*gga, I can get it out the street (n*gga)
You doin' all that hatin', n*gga, I'm doin' fifty in a week (Beep, beep, beep)
Bad red b*tch with me, n*gga, we in a Bentley coupe (Yeah)
I'm a self-made boss, n*gga, I don't need no business suit (Yeah)
Spent five racks in Saks Fifth, ain't nothin' but fifty blues
n*gga, you couldn't walk a f*ckin' mile in these Christian Loubs (n*gga)

[Verse]
Loud-talkin'-ass n*gga, he be in the bleachers, baby (Yeah)
I'm a ballin'-ass n*gga, I hit buzzer-beaters, baby
Come here, let me take you shoppin', I'm a drug dealеr, baby (Come here, baby)
Yеah, we them n*ggas poppin', we don't see them n*ggas, baby (n*gga, yeah)
Huh, n*gga can't see me, huh
I'ma dunk on f*ck n*ggas like I'm Greek Freak (Rrr)
Brodie got the— armed and dangerous (Armed and dangerous)
I mix red bottoms with Palm Angels (Yeah)
n*gga, my neck and wrist straight water (Bling)
Hmm, n*gga, that b*tch don't lock, hit it harder (Rrt, rrt, rrt, rrt)
Hmm, n*gga, if you get caught, move smarter (Move smarter, n*gga)
Bae, come and f*ck a dog-sh*t talker (Come here, bae)
[Chorus]
I'm applyin' straight pressure and I ain't lettin' up
I'm goin' over the speed limit, n*gga, ain't no catchin' up (Yoom)
If this rap sh*t don't work, n*gga, I can get it out the street (n*gga)
You doin' all that hatin', n*gga, I'm doin' fifty in a week (Beep, beep, beep)
Bad red b*tch with me, n*gga, we in a Bentley coupe (Yeah)
I'm a self-made boss, n*gga, I don't need no business suit (Yeah)
Spent five racks in Saks Fifth, ain't nothin' but fifty blues
n*gga, you couldn't walk a f*ckin' mile in these Christian Loubs (n*gga)