sh*t Talking lyrics

[Intro: Slimmy B]
(DJ Gutta Butta, yes yes)
Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr, skurrr
n*gga, n*gga, n*gga

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
Wearing sh*t I can't pronounce and sh*t you can't afford (Lil' n*gga)
I grab my strap tight when I hear knocking at the door (Who is that?)
Pull up in that Cat, they know it's me they hear it roar (Skrr)
Your b*tch begging for this di*k I only f*cked 'cause I was bored
Vlone for my hoodie but my sweats Palm Angels
Your b*tch let me f*ck I beat it up all angles
Tryna park a n*gga whip when I let that Drake go
Was sliding in that Benz I be everywhere I can't go
Clutching on this fire on my mind it been Birdie (Rip my thugs)
Losing all these n*ggas back to back I been hurting (I swear to God)
Riding in that Rolls getting head behind the curtain (Give me neck)
Paid two bands for the FN it was worth it (Lil' n*gga)
Mixing all these drugs, I pour some mud then throw a perc in it
She put that pus*y on me, it's so good I might just squirt in it
Fifty ain't enough open that chop I threw a bird in it (Throw a hundred)
Watching all these cameras at the trap 'cause we got birds 'em
Yeah I got a stock up in this Glock but I keep fifty close
Drop the b*tch in and leave a n*gga whip with fifty holes (Boom, boom boom)
Shoot the chop just like Steph and Clay b*tch my jimmy cold
Broke the b*tch for everything she got then told her give me more
Popped a Perc 30 started giggin like I'm Diddy Combs
My b*tch from the hood but she like to act saditty though
Sucka n*ggas talking out they ass until we get 'em gone
Yeah a n*gga gained a couple pounds but I'm still Slimmy though
n*gga
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, Choppa clip too big got a fitting problem (b*tch)
.40 loud sound like the engine starting (Vrrm)
Drive the Hellcat like I'm in a 'Rari
A hundred bands on me, all slips look like I did a robbery
I'm a goat up in my city and a millionaire
Just put 200 bowls down and I can get 'em there
They left my n*gga with no bond he had to sit in there
Fifties in my buffs, ten thousand when I sit and stare
f*ck them n*ggas and they opps and we want all the smoke
Sit that Drakey on my shoulder broke my collar bone (Ouch)
Twenty thousand dollar pitted, I just bought a Rover
Ghetto n*gga, pour a pint of Aky up in Bossanova
Thirty hanging out my heater I might catch me one
Oh he want an extra pint? Then I'ma stretch him one
I be thugging with the members, God bless the gun
Shot a whole hundred round clip and got an extra one

[Outro]
DJ Gutta Butta, yes yes