Shit Talking

Lyrics

[Intro] (Beat that motherfucker up, Quad) [Verse] All I know is stuntin', ballin' on niggas, bitch, get used to it This ain't that Diddy-Bop-shake-your-ass shit, this that goon music I'ma keep gettin' money and fuckin' shit over, bitch, get used to it My ballin' make the bitch uncomfortable, she ain't used to it She dig the way I'm livin', so she bringin' me blues in Every time I get the bag, I start doin' my cool dance Why go against the team if you know you gon' lose again? I told gang, "It's time to play ball", they said, "Where?" the losers in Hang with the opps, you an opp, I don't care if you went to school with them Gang and them lookin' at your goons like the next victim of J Addicted to Plug in the booth 'cause I'm spittin' crack I don't think nobody better than me at spittin' facts Could've been a doctor or a lawyer, but I was gettin' racks I don't even remember the last time I used a pen and pad He mad 'cause he used the last loaf that was in his stash I can show you how to get some money, just attend my class That EDD ballin' is so in the past Everybody had racks, but who made it last? I feel like Weezy F. Baby, it's the return of the masters They like, "What you do to the booth, Ralfy? It's a disaster" I'm a full-time street nigga when I'm not bein' a rapper I dog elite bitches, I'm not one of them cappers Back to back off the dome talkin' shit that's factual I ain't arguin' niggas that's not in my tax bracket Bitch got my number stored in her phone as the "back cracker" If you was tryna be a street nigga, you're a bad actor She wouldn't put no money in your offering 'cause you're a bad pastor You would do whatever for the bitch, we know your type I said what I said, bitch, I don't give a fuck if she right Gave me a ten-piece and slimed me up all in one night You still ain't got no money, you've been workin' your whole life I just did a whole mixtape in one night No rap cap, I keep an F&N in my backpack So back back if you don't want another hole in your snap back I got rack racks and you said too much in your rap facts How you a grown-ass man and your life still a class act? Bitch, if you ain't got no head and bread, I'ma need you to back back He and gang and them a dub, they turnin' into Mad Max Where the opps go? Check the toe tag bags I can tell he gon' return his fits, he showin' a cash tag [Outro] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no We know the truth 'bout you niggas You niggas bums It's all jokes over here It's big loafs over here It's all jokes over here Gang and them, no lames with them, long live the Ruler, long live the Great and all that When are these niggas gon' start droppin'? Never Ralfy hoggin' all the beats