Talkin To

Lyrics

[Chorus: Damedot] Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? [Verse 1: Damedot] Who the fuck you talkin to? A made nigga with his own bag, couple cars too Blowing out the whole set, 'cause that's what myle I'm from Sino pulled up in the sleve, with no mylage on I'll fetch your stash, [?] spent a dollar on All I want is cheese, American or Provalone We on gutter shit, hundred choppers, hundred clips Want to be the president, I couldn't, I don't run the shit Got a half zip of cookie in my ashtray Say you want a whole one? Meet me halfway Johnny bag up the boes in the driveway 'Bout to have the grove slapping, the loud way You don't hustle like mе Boy, you got a sad grind [?] cop two quarters, I get halftime Gеt to going on the blues, call it fast grind If I don't do shit, I'ma make sure the cash mine [Chorus: Damedot] Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? [Verse 2: Sino] Bitch, you got the nerve not to speak I just left Cali, made 30 last week Copped the shit myself, now I'm blowing on kiesh If you popping more than 5, you get a 43 a piece Hundred boe sale, bitch, I count it on the run Five Myle nigga, bitch, I came up out the mud [?] nigga on, bitch, I got it from the drugs And I'd rather hit a brick, while you tryna hit the club All my niggas know is kill and sell drugs And I'll drop the price down, if it's all love Got my cellphone slapping, work on the napkin And I ain't even let it dry, shit, you know I'm trapping And the Rovers that we cop, treat them like Hoopties Every nigga in my hood, screaming free [?] 26's on the Chevy, [?] that bitch [?] Hundred and 50's, that's a D-Boy [?] What's up? [Chorus: Damedot] Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? [Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo] Nigga, I'm in the club playing roles All my niggas wearing lows, shining off [?] boes All diamond platnom pieces, nigga, I ain't playing go Since I came up, I ain't fell up, bitch, I'm staying on Yeah, I'm tryna get stupid rich And I put my niggas on, now my shooter rich In the club getting high, I be stupid lit A nigga try me, I'ma blow him like a hooka stick Clear VVS chain, call it ice water Bitch, I only sip drank, I don't like water Put some cheese on a ho, threw a slice on her Then I slam dunk the pussy, put the Mike on her I can fuck any bitch, if a price on her But she just threw it in the air, like a kite on her Put my lil nigga on, put some pints on her Then I showed him how to whip it, now he like [?] Nigga [Chorus: Damedot] Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to? Who you think you talkin to?