Ay, let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
I'mma take your bitch, 'cause she's not yours
Nachos, pockets, del tacos
Let me talk to 'em, let me tell 'em, ay
Speakin' on racks I'm ready, ay
Fuckin' with a gang, she jealous, ay
Beat a hoe up, I'm reckless, ay, ya
Ay, let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
He be callin' my phone, let me talk to 'em
I put a nigga on, let me talk to 'em
Ay, hold up bitch, talk to 'em
He callin' my phone, let me talk to 'em
I put a nigga on, let me talk to 'em
Ay, hold up bitch, talk to 'em
[SG Kendall]
Yeah yeah
Eyes real low she Asian
Body like that get paid
Might get freaked on stage
Beat shit up, Johnny Cage
Brought her to the 6, she stayed
She ain't give a damn, she laid
I was shooting dice on the pavement
Real street nigga get paid
Aye, uh uh
Aye look at me now
I'm bigger than ???
I'm bigger than ???
He square like a pound
I drip like a fountain
Baby ass nigga stop pouting
I count mine with the accountant
I can make noise with ???
I could do a drill without drowning
Got six rings with no outing
Yeah yeah
Play if you want then do it
We got a stick, get to it
Blow his ass up; blew it
Yeah yeah
Ay, let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
I'mma take your bitch, 'cause she's not yours
Nachos, pockets, del tacos
Let me talk to 'em, let me tell 'em, ay
Speakin' on racks I'm ready, ay
Fuckin' with a gang, she jealous, ay
Beat a hoe up, I'm reckless, ay, ya
Ay, let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
He be callin' my phone, let me talk to 'em
I put a nigga on, let me talk to 'em
Ay, hold up bitch, talk to 'em
He callin' my phone, let me talk to 'em
I put a nigga on, let me talk to 'em
Ay, hold up bitch, talk to 'em
[Asian Doll]
Ay, come here bitch, let me talk to 'em
You don't want no smoke with my Vatos
Them shoes you copped, I got those
Big count, big racks, big chachos
Let me tell you something I don't know hoes
We ain't skipping no block, no uno
I'm plugged my plug named Chuno
Get gas, get high like Pluto
Young nigga strapped with a semi, fire
You ain't do shit when your niggas died
Ain't got shit to hide, sneak diss I don't reply
Just come outside
Taking a nigga down like he playing for the Falcons
Do the lean back have these bitches off balance
And my swag on fleek, ex nigga left drowning
You are not me lil' hoe I got standards
Ay, let me talk to him one time
My shooters be happy on drugs, like Good Times
Had to spend the block like two times
He Tony Montana, I'm his his lil Brat huh?
You don't really really really want none
I'm paid, your mama still shop with coupons
If you want, then do some
Ain't duckin', no smoke, steady talkin' bout what you not on
Ay, let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
I'mma take your bitch, 'cause she's not yours
Nachos, pockets, del tacos
Let me talk to 'em, let me tell 'em, ay
Speakin' on racks I'm ready, ay
Fuckin' with a gang, she jealous, ay
Beat a hoe up, I'm reckless, ay, ya
Ay, let me talk to 'em
They play my shit, they bop to it
He be callin' my phone, let me talk to 'em
I put a nigga on, let me talk to 'em
Ay, hold up bitch, talk to 'em
He callin' my phone, let me talk to 'em
I put a nigga on, let me talk to 'em
Ay, hold up bitch, talk to 'em
[Yung Mal]
Ay hold up wait, let me count this cake
Ain't talking bout cake get the fuck out my face
Niggas get killed everyday nigga round my way
Ain't too much I gotta say
My name hold weight round
Shit get slow then we go back to taking it
Don't say nun, you beat that case
Brand new foreign, got paper plates
I get high like Asian, hold up
Wait let me talk to 'em
Free Von, 12 got em locked
He still won't talk to em
Big rock shooters aim straight at his face
Dont talk to him
Talk my shit, let me talk to em
When the Glock get popped, nigga where you gon run to?
New opp pack and they ???
Big pissy cold
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