sh*t Talk lyrics

[Intro]
(Oh my god, stop the music)
Real P Pusher, ain't new to this sh*t
b*tches see me get the drooling and sh*t
I ain't really f*cked up, I been poppin' my sh*t (Yeah)
Don't slide up if you ain't coppin' this sh*t
Five stars b*tch can't cop this sh*t
Real bag getter, gotta lock on this sh*t
(Gotta lock on this sh*t; okay)

[Verse]
I got a Mac tucked under my belt
I don't care for the chop with the sticks
I hate when a b*tch can't control her men
Always hearting my pics
b*tches be phony, I block them digits (Block them digits)
Can't clock out, you ain't finish your business (No)
I don't smoke weed, but this za pack hittin'
I ain't from Flint, but this Dog sh*t Malitia
Got me a man from the streets
I don't f*ck with that pretty boy pick me (Ah-ah)
I don't trust sh*t, I know it's people out to get me
Fly then a b*tch whеn I'm up in the city
Hunnid shells in it, I'll call it some tittiеs
When I get rich, only two coming with me
When that Perc' kick in, my twizzy be itchy
I got a stash in the back with the blue bucks (No, no)
sh*tty boy sh*t, got a pamper around the blue buffs (Yeah)
Smitty boy sh*t, take a Wesson on a tour bus
Dumb and dumber sh*t take a knife into a gunfight (Yeah)
I'm big dog, you a pup, you are not nothing (Woah)
5k a day, risk or rich need to stop running DRS sh*t
Die rich, I am not bluffing
(I am not bluffing, I am not bluffing; okay)