Don’t Talk

Lyrics

[Intro: Bizz Loc, Eestbound & Jonah Zedd] Hah Turn that up in my headphones please Eestbound on the track Let me get some volume It's Bizz Loc, nigga Savage, rah Jonah Zedd [Hook: Bizz Loc] My niggas don't talk Catch an opp and then swap it out Everybody ridin', everybody strapped, everybody laying bodies down But don't talk Catch an opp and then swap it out Everybody active, better save it for the captions My niggas don't talk [Verse 1: Bizz Loc] I ain't posting no gun on my Instagram pictures Niggas been braggin on snap, til I get a bitch to line him and deal wit dat nigga Feel up that nigga I tell them go chill with that nigga and pop a few pills with that nigga Once he lets his guard down, send a text and say it's on now Get him hard and pull his drawers down That's when I come in and fuck up the spot Heard he was fucking with frauds and they hustled the rock Taking a cut from a thot, told my cousin he was shot Crazy me and him and hit my gut Spray and leave a nigga got Baby nina she a Glock, beat it beat it till he drop Leave the scene no getting caught Free the demons in the box, free up JR free the dawgs Real villains get involved, remember wheeling to the falls Cops was feeling on the road, can't believe they never saw Didn't need to beat a charge, didn't need to beat a charge Didn't need to beat a charge Real niggas never talk, grab the heat and let it spark Demons lead us in the dark, prayed to Jesus and Allah Smoking weed and reading Psalms, dirty heater in my drawers I don't even need alarms, who you think you're sleeping on? You don't want it with the dog, they don't want it with they dog Couple bags along with some heat and leave him on his block Whippery up in the pot, moving neat I'm never hot Think I need another watch, time's money pree the clock Niggas hate I'm getting guap, bitches craving for the cock I just made another wop, adding paper to a lot Educated with the rock, slip around and niggas never make it to the top [Hook: Bizz Loc] [Verse 2: Roney] Thirty thirty, I dirty dirty those beats whenever I hop on them Send a bitch she was rolling in the whip don't make me get the drop on them Body twitch, that body stiff and I'm walking off in my red bottoms 50 cal gonna take him down, I don't even need to headshot him What the fuck are niggas talkin' bout? Burger King I bring the whopper out Don't need to come outside I come inside the house Pop tops like Guinness stouts Two O's in a Louis pouch Trap running like a potty mouth Keep the burner right in the cushion like pocket change at my momma's house Bring the llamas out, I'm a zookeeper Dirty money to the dry cleaner In the field, burner in the bleachers Got a shooter round every ten meters I'm 23 I keep a 45 I'm an OG not an old geezer Eating noodles with the distributor we gon GPS him like a fucking Uber If I gotta go then you gotta go, I'll smoke you with my mary jane I was on the road and I had the pole, they didn't come outside like a rainy day Bad bitches no back page, two D's like bad grades All I wanna do is get brain but the pussy tighter than new braids Tell me why all of this money and Roney still feeling alone Trapped out bandos back of the panzos only real Southside niggas gon know Don't get close, we started all of this shit Niggas did not want no politics Now that they're grown, say they want all of the smoke Must think I'm still down below [Hook: Bizz Loc]