Just Talking

Lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike] (Enrgy made this one) Huh, baby K left him hangin' out the whip like he a—, alright Left 'em all, nigga, ayy, ayy [Verse 1: RMC Mike, Babyfxce E, YSR Gramz & KrispyLife Kidd] Baby K left him hangin' out the whip like he a thot bitch Oh, you got Drac'? Let me test it, this a pop quiz I can call the judge today, bitch, I'm locked in Just got some pop in, I gotta keep it out my pop's hands I'm a chill nigga, but I hang with all hotheads You only paid a hundred for that line, bro, your pop thin I wasn't in the beef, but fuck it, let me hop in I ain't been to Jumu'ah in a minute, but me and my akhs locked in [Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah, count a million up alone, I ain't got friends I pour an eight up in a twenty-ounce, now the pop thin Bitch, I was sellin' 'bows of kush when they copped regs Just threw a hundred thousand up in Truth, that's a drop Benz [Verse 3: RMC Mike] Ever since I linked with IUR, we been locked in Adidas Gucci joggin' 'fit on off the Top Tens Caught an opp thinkin' with his dick, left him boxed in Okay, we went shot for shot, but he did not win Chop puttin' niggas in the box, call it the undertaker Ever since I hopped into the booth, I made a bunch of paper Fuck a bitch, made her get on top, I'm finna undertake her Bitch was kinda cute, but her pussy had an onion flavor [Verse 4: Babyfxce E] Kel-Tec a mummy maker You the type to fuck the pussy and get the money later Put all my money up in rap and got the bungees later In three months, I got it all back, it was a bunch of paper And now I got a bunch of haters Ain't have to turn her up, she was turnt before I got her Your money at the crib, bro, I can pull it out my pocket Just snatched a nigga Charger like I took it out the socket I ain't arguin' with no ho, I ain' trippin', bitch, you got it [Verse 5: YSR Gramz] I'ma shoot you in your face if you reach up in my pocket Ten 'bows in this crib, pick your 'za, I got options Niggas actin' tough, what's a goon to a goblin? Lil' bro keep his ski mask on, he a robber John want two P's, I'll be there in an hour This a dirty-ass blick, it need a shower Like I played on that one show, I got power I know some young niggas gettin' money out in Broward [Verse 6: Icewear Vezzo] Switchy on that bitch, shoot a thousand by the hour Two million all in slips, gotta count it by the thousands (Bitch) Water on my wrist, my Rollie, it's a shower (What?) Ran me up some shit with lil' brodie off the powder (Nigga) Yeah, bitch, all my ice hittin' (What up?) Type of nigga hit the lean and drink a pint with us (Hoo) A hundred shots back to back, ain't no fight in 'em (Ah) Dog strong, I'll hit the tan 'til it's lightskinned (Yeah) Fuck is niggas talkin' 'bout? Know who they talkin' to If he tell, then he dead, that's how bosses move Leave his dreads in his hands when that Larkin shoot (Pah-pah) Drop Benz, scrapin' up the rims, gotta park the coupe [Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd] I was tryna hit 'em, but I was too far to shoot You pussies caught me lackin', but you ain't had no heart to shoot Ayy, Vezz, I'm finna stretch this Quagen, watch how I work the deuce Chop hit the middle of his 'Vette, watch how I park the coupe I'm plugged everywhere I go like an aux cord On top of the opps' crib, on the roof, I'm doin' parkour A bunch of rookie-ass niggas, I'm playin' the game on hardcore My bitch Italian, I'm all in her pussy screamin', "Bonjour"