Sh%t Talkin’ Story (Shit Talkin’ Story)

Lyrics

[Intro] (Nick on the track) [Verse] I know this one nigga's [?] he sell lemon squeeze (Yeah) I like all my lean raw like I'm Japanese This coffee cup got a four in it, bitch, this ain't no Frappuccin' Overseas, I sneak and do drugs like I'm Charlie Sheen Porsche with the frog eyes same color as coffee cream Sipped a six just today, nigga, it ain't no cough in me I'ma see fifty M's flat before they coffin me Outside his house in all black like the reaper be (Yeah) Bitches treating me like B2K way back in the day Same bitches way back in the gap wouldn't give me no play Throw a party in your bitch guts just like Kid 'n Play Just ran off on this nigga named Rey in a mysterious way (Damn) One thing about it (Yeah), I'ma talk my shit (Yeah) I'm in Miami smoking gas, nigga, that's period Your bitch say she ain't out here fucking, nigga, but her ceiling's hit My young nigga going crazy with that ball on his Krillin shit We got them same guns that's on GTA He gon' diss and apologize, we know how bitches play (Yeah) I don't usually take Percs, but I've been on them bitches for like twenty days Been torching this nigga since his son was two, he turned six today He used to have a stage name, now that nigga Gary Payton Country nigga, big boss stature like my cousin Payton He tried to ball like me, he got a fracture, nigga, stop playing Chopper set his ass on fire like he super saiyan Smoking on a big blunt of meds, this shit sticky icky I don't want shit from your bitch, that ho Icky Vicky Better have your forty in the field, this shit get tricky Niggas be mouse, mama should've named you Mickey Shot a nigga with a forty and he ain't die, so I got my fifty Go to Elliot, ice out my teeth and eye, your shit looking missy Hundred degrees, I still got my fire if they out to get me Punched him in his eye and made him cry like Mike Tyson in me Bitch said hello like three times, I still don't want the kitty Bitches be lying to the naked eye, Insta getting tricky Hope all my dawgs go to heaven, I'm not Mike Vick Made that boy see the reaper, but I'm not Three 6 Smoked a half ounce of ether, you gotta taste this shit Sucked the dick with her hands and brain, she's a gracious bitch Nigga been rapping for like fifteen years, he still ain't making it (Phew) I was in the same position, Lil' Moe would be taking shit Roll up on some gracious shit Ain't passing shit, I'm facing it Drank man got them cases in I made him a rich man Nigga, you's a bitch man Lil Moe got a sixth sense He got smoked, now he got a sick scent Fuck niggas got me bent Your bitch wilding out just like Nick You can't stay, bitch, this ain't Nick at Nite They ain't let me in with my glizzy, so, bitch, I got my knife Mobbing like the thief at night Some of my niggas sending kites Stepping, bitch, I did it right Nigga tried to pick a fight He ain't know I had it on me Now he laying next to his homie Crying 'cause they cold and lonely Bone Thug, I did 'em ruggish 99.9 of these niggas bogus I'm just trying to stay focused Fucked up, my heart the coldest Rolling that flower, not no lotus [Outro] One thing about it (Yeah), I'ma talk my shit (Yeah) I'm in Miami smoking gas, nigga, that's period Your bitch say she ain't out her fucking, nigga, but her ceiling's hit My young nigga going crazy with that ball on his Krillin shit