Talking sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
I would talk sh*t
b*tch-ass n*ggas ain't e—
Motherf*ckers ain't even really on sh*t, man
Mothef*ckers ain't in my lane, man (I am talkin' sh*t)
I always talk sh*t on every f*ckin' track I get on, man (I always talk sh*t)
f*ck all these ho-ass n*ggas, man (Copo)
The opposition n*ggas ain't even really with this sh*t (Heh? Heh?)
Let's get it

[Chorus]
They better know I'm in this b*tch, n*gga (b*tch, n*gga)
I got your girl on my di*k, n*gga (On my di*k, n*gga)
And that loud got me lit, n*gga (That loud, that loud)
I get on these beats and talk sh*t, n*gga (Heh? Heh?)
They better know I'm in this b*tch, n*gga (I'm in this b*tch, n*gga)
I got your girl on my di*k, n*gga (On my di*k, n*gga)
And that loud got me lit, n*gga (Yeah)
I get on these beats and talk sh*t, n*gga (Heh? Hеh?)

[Verse 1]
I'm a triple G like three bands
I got haters, thеy hatin'
I keep it real, they fakin'
Plus, I done been in hoods they ain't in
I'm on my grind like I skateboard (Skateboard)
And that loud got me higher than eight floors
They better know I'm in the f*ckin' building (The building)
f*ck marryin' the b*tch, I'm tryna marry millions (Them bands)
I came to kill rappers (Kill rappers), man, I hope they ready (They not)
Boy, my lyrics hot (They hot) like a [?] (I'm on fire, yeah)
And that's probably why your girl on me
She asked me for my phone number (Heh), then I told the b*tch, "Three" (Heh)
[Chorus]
They better know I'm in this b*tch, n*gga (b*tch, n*gga)
I got your girl on my di*k, n*gga (On my di*k, n*gga)
And that loud got me lit, n*gga (That loud, that loud)
I get on these beats and talk sh*t, n*gga (Heh? Heh?)
They better know I'm in this b*tch, n*gga (I'm in this b*tch, n*gga)
I got your girl on my di*k, n*gga (On my di*k, n*gga)
And that loud got me lit, n*gga (This that FBG sh*t, oh sh*t)
I get on these beats and talk sh*t, n*gga (Heh? Heh?)

[Verse 2]
Every track I'm on, I leave a murder scene (A murder scene)
Well, everybody know that I murder things (I murder things)
And I be with that murder team (That murder team)
I gotta have it my way like Burger King (Eh-heh)
I be smokin' all this f*ckin' dope (This f*ckin' dope)
Feel like I'm tryna hang myself from a rope
They tryna tell me that I'm trippin'
They tryna do what I've been doin', they couldn't do and I did it (Let's get it)
I be shinin' like a flashlight (A flashlight)
These n*ggas better get their cash right
And they better do the sh*t real fast (Real fast; heh?)
I done spent some hundreds for these jeans on my ass (Heh?)

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
They better know I'm in this b*tch, n*gga (b*tch, n*gga)
I got your girl on my di*k, n*gga (On my di*k, n*gga)
And that loud got me lit, n*gga (That loud, that loud)
I get on these beats and talk sh*t, n*gga (Heh? Heh?)
They better know I'm in this b*tch, n*gga (I'm in this b*tch, n*gga)
I got your girl on my di*k, n*gga (On my di*k, n*gga)
And that loud got me lit, n*gga (That loud, that loud)
I get on these beats and talk sh*t, n*gga (Heh? Heh?)
[Outro]
(Copo, ahahahaha)