Talking Brazy

Lyrics

[Intro: Baglife Tee] (J X L A N) Baglife, nigga (J, this shit too crazy) [Verse 1: Baglife Tee] I just fucked a nigga bitch, now the nigga hate me I just rolled a whole zip, now I'm finna face it I just fucked her upstairs, now we in the basement Bust a nigga head outside, leave him on the pavement [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] I'll get to trippin' 'round Beecher, nigga, I'm the mayor I'll do a feature for you, nigga, but you gotta pay me I can't be a victim, you gon' meet the Drakey I don't fuck with y'all niggas like we back in slavery [Verse 3: Baglife Tee] Couple thousand stuffed up in my pocket, make these niggas hate me You could come and try to take this shit, you gon' meet the Drakey Treat a nigga like a box of cereal, we gon' Frosted Flake him Police couldn't even find a body, we done Devil's Laked him [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] High as hell, rolled a three-five, this a wakey-bakey Boy, this ain't no regular-ass weed, this some Gary Payton Treat 'em like they nothin', run it up in some Human Races I'm high as hell off that weed, told Tee to face it [Verse 5: Baglife Tee] We done smoked a whole zip, now we in the matrix Told that nigga keep that bag, we don't buy no eighthies You wanna buy some strong shit, call my nigga Quavius He'll sell the whole fuckin' 'bow if a nigga take it [Verse 6: YSR Gramz] Man, I gave that nigga a half P 'cause he ain't even weigh it Nigga, call me YSR, bitch, don't call me Quavius I'm LeBron of this rap game, nigga, you Anthony Davis Shoot bald-heads at his whip, Charlie Villanueva [Verse 7: Baglife Tee] I'll get to trippin' 'round this bitch, get to pistol wavin' Or I'll bring out the K's and I'll .308 him Banana clip on the AKs, I'll let you taste 'em Yeah, I'll let you hit my 'Woods, but I'd rather face 'em [Verse 8: YSR Gramz] Told my nigga pay for that shit, but he'd rather take it But that's okay, when he do it, I'ma have to pay him Sell a thousand 'bows on Lebeau, then I'm back to Vegas Or hit a million streams on iTunes, let a nigga make it [Verse 9: Baglife Tee & YSR Gramz] I'ma buy five hundred beams, call me Mr. Laser I don't really even need 'em 'cause my aim amazing I was beatin' niggas' ass when I went to daily I was fresher than a bitch when I went to Sadies [Outro: YSR Gramz] (J X L A N) Hahaha, I'm just talkin' shit, man, fuck (J, this shit too crazy)