Talkin sh*t lyrics

Treat yo b*tch like a strap
I might have to buss it
Like a mothaf*ckin mac how I have her bussin
Bet it's 99 n*ggas, probably wanna bus me
9 times out of 10 that b*tch wanna f*ck me
All my n*ggas all bold, like they nose stuffy
In the dark mouth shine
Like it's f*ckin' sunny
I ain't with the band gang but it's big money [x2]
Heard that weak ass diss song
It was hella corny
n*ggas broke as a joke
This n*gga funny
I was a lil saucey n*gga
Never been bummy
Hella fresh like the day I came out the tummy
You wife that b*tch
You a f*ckin' dummy
I ain't even from the O
But you gone f*ckin' love me
If I ever f*ck yo b*tch, she gone feel lucky
Just for talkin' out yo lips I'ma have her suck me
I never been a b*tch
I'm a dog though
I'm slamming all these b*tches, cause I ball bro
I got the b*tch number
I don't call her though
If it ain't 'bout no money
Why you call hoe
I just f*ck a n*gga b*tch
Why you mad n*gga
Hope you don't think it's all good
Cause it's bad n*gga
Test me, straight F, no pass n*gga
No homo
But you know I'm on yo ass n*gga
I think I touched more money than a old n*gga
If her money ain't right I'm the wrong n*gga
f*ck a hoe, do a b*tch so bold
I'm the hottest youngin' out
But the b*tch say I'm a cold n*gga