(Talk to me, talk to me) Talk to me, baby
(Mm, I love the things you say)
Y'all know what time it is, man
22-double-O
Ayy, I got a little story, though
Y'all know how the fuck we get down
Lemme tell you a lil' somethin'
That bitch-ass vlogger right about one thing
We got all of your hoes goin' like, "Uh"
Like, "Uh, uh"
I'm the motherfuckin' truth in this bitch
Prostitution run the city
And I got a hold of all the lil' bitties, lil' bitch
Wanted a taste, now you gotta pay me
In them pesos or dollars, you chinky lil' bitch
Fuck out my face 'fore I fuck up your rank
You ain't mobbin' like us, you a squeaky lil' bitch
Better stick to that broomstick, then get to cleanin'
'Cause I might just shoot you, lil' bitch
You, "Don't smoke, don't drink"
Yeah, that's what you want 'em to think
I wonder what kinda prescribed medication you downin'
Just to be able to blink, aha
Yeah, never mind
Your eyes have been stuck like that every time
And they permanently closed when we shootin' nines
But this caliber 50 could fit your eyes
If I go like sending
The era of Communist ending
Your flag got a little bit too much of rojo, loco
I'm a toro and I'm not bullshitting
Postin' this shit on their TikTok, I know this shit hot
Y'all know what's up with this shit if it get blocked
They wanna jack off on kids with they lil' cocks
Son of a bitch, that won't happen on my watch
Sippin' on a maitai
Plottin' to kill 'em within the lyrics and the block, block
They don't own the Wi-Fi, put 'em in the hotspot
They wanna see our IP, but never wanna pop-pop
Put 'em in the sock, sock, smoke 'em like a opp, opp
Southern to East and I got the North up in a lock, lock
And I cannot stop, stop, beatin' on a cop, cop
And they can't deny that EZ Milly really is
I'm the motherfuckin' truth in this bitch
Prostitution run the city
And I got a hold of all the lil' bitties, lil' bitch
Wanted a taste, now you gotta pay me
In them pesos or dollars, you chinky lil' bitch
Fuck out my face 'fore I fuck up your rank
You ain't mobbin' like us, you a squeaky lil' bitch
Better stick to that broomstick, then get to cleanin'
'Cause I might just sh–
Shit, shit on your head (Pbbt)
Dig up the skeletons, he really dead
I think the soil on his graveyard really is healthy (Huh?)
Look at the worms in his bed (Oh)
Hmm, TMI
Why did your spine never realign?
All that B-boyin' really done did it's time, huh?
Thought it would work out 'cause you resigned, bruh?
Huh, bitch, please
Suck on the tip of my dick cheese (Ugh)
You had to leave both of the countries you tried to make a livin' in
But now you gon' pimp me? I don't get it (Huh?)
You ain't know how to hustle, did you? (???)
Hid behind all them muscle pictures (???)
Never was thuggin' in the business (???)
Bitch, you knew nothin'
So you tried to learn it from me
With that big psychology diploma
Tried to psych me so you got back-burnered for free
Listen, sketchy boy, there is some things your diploma can never just earn in these streets
It's called respect and you dissin'
The squatters'll never get you any chirp in the peep
I'ma keep talkin' my shit regardless because
I'm the motherfuckin' truth in this bitch
Prostitution run the city
And I got a hold of all the lil' bitties, lil' bitch
Wanted a taste, now you gotta pay me
In them pesos or dollars, you chinky lil' bitch
Fuck out my face 'fore I fuck up your rank
You ain't mobbin' like us, you a squeaky lil' bitch
Better stick to that broomstick, then get to cleanin'
'Cause I'm makin' sure you get hit
I'm playin'
I'd never bring the sticks in it
But don't test me
'Cause I'll blast them things up so quick at your whole squad
They all casualties (Casualties)
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