Talk My Shit

Lyrics

[Intro] Alwoo made this beat Yeahh (Yeahh) Fuck it (Fuck it) Lets get it, aye [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] Fuck a record deal, bitch I'm on the block like Shaq O'Neal If they ain't talkin M's I'm back on chill Tryna eat off me the toy will put 'em in a box like a happy meal I'm strapped for real, threw the buffs on and start catchin' chills They falling off like Jack and Jill, chasing after runs like track and field, shit I'd rather stack some mils, baby I keep a roll on standby, pole on standby, its all game until your whole fam' die Bitch I don't want no dance hoe, bring me some lamb chops Note to 40 guess he wanted problems, I guess not I shoot like its black ops, I'm cool like a black cop A nigga gettin green, bitch I'm an Xbox Cash Kidd, I'm back now and I'm here to stay From here to day, and the bitches gon' hear me play Got diamonds in my Cartis, my bitch look like a barbie My funeral is gon' be party, where is Kid 'n Play? Black Friday while y'all was shopping for clothes, I was shopping for guns, bought two chops for the low The one outside of the store will knock his top off the globe Put that heat to his shirt like he was drying his clothes Rip Jeff free Tone, that's what my mothafuckin' shirt say For the cake I'll blow you on yo' mothafuckin' birthday Somebody girlfriend made me her man crush Monday, 3 days later she was my throwback Thursday Oh now these niggas tough cause they got guns Where yo' ass was at back in the day when it was 1s Where yo' ass was at when I had to hop out on hot shit Where yo' ass was at like a white bitch, I'm laughin' These niggas I've never seen talking about it's on sight with me Big ass .40 who gon' fight with me Any nigga will get blew, like a rice krispie Jump out killing everybody, this Vice City Fuck it, light the blunt, I'm 'bout to catch amnesia In my zone, on my toes, like a ballerina Hit the club flexin' hard, I got racks like Venus I throw dough in the air like I'm making pizza Compare me to who, this is not a discussion I'm grinding, I'm hustlin', bitch I ain't got no time to be cuddlin' Sick in the head, need a mothafuckin' doctor or somethin' Shoutout to everybody switched up like my time wasn't comin' (How you feel?) Watch yo' mouth, cause I'll kill for the bucks Shit we can go 'round and 'round like the wheels on a bus Netflix chill with a slut, dick in her guts Then text her nigga from here phone like when you picking her up? Alright baby, It's time to talk my shit, let me shit talk Feelin' like Clifford, I'm a big dog Yeah, on point like Chris Paul More toys 'round me than Ms. Claus Strapped, big straps, make a bitch pause Yeah, all these bands get my dick hard Yeah, use a bitch for a bridge card, then hit her with the stiff arm Who is these new niggas, we don't fuck with you nigga Find out where you livin' and pay you a rude visit I am a rude nigga, these bitches love that Tell them to free Tone, I need my cuz back Walk in the club fresh, she like where my hug at I'm in the club strapped, I do not trust rats Struggling, fuck that, I had to go and get to the cheese Why stress over a rat bitch that's stiff in the weave She seen my niggas, couldn't decide who's dick she could eat Niggas playing both sides better pick you a team Whole crew full of dogs, had to get rid of the fleas Took a break from rapping, I'm getting chicken atleast Cash Kidd from the east, throw your E's up Six mile in this bitch, throw your 3's up Hot as hell, feeling like I can't be tough It's crazy how a heater will make 'em freeze up Upload a picture with bands, like baby team us Free Tone, RIP Jeff, RIP Etha Was down for a minute, now we up Still fucking niggas' mamas on Jesus