Shit Talkin’, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro] David Wesson Say they like the way I rap I be shit talking Unc like the way I trap I be brick offing I shot a nigga with my AR and I just bought it He said he had a brick of soft but he just talking [Verse] My bricks come saran wrapped or they come in coffins Niggas walk in too tough they gon' leave in coffins Told my bitch when she see the doctor walk in coughin Sell a thousand pills then go buy a chain by Ben Baller I'm a motherfucking hustler If I get some good dope I'm a motherfucking cutter Playin hide & seek tryna found a thousand blue hunnids Drop a thousand some shots leave him motherfucking puzzled Or I can hit him in the head and leave a fucking puddle Now I'm chilling with my feet out I feel like Berny Rubble Yesterday I sold a zip a rocks I'm just being humble Earlier I drunk a pint of wok that's why I'm seeing doubles I'm a rapper and a shooter and a lean junkie But if you see me with 2 niggas I'm with 3 hustlers Sold a nigga 6 grams of hard I can see it crumbling I got some other shit too but i want 300 I got my Glock in the club that why I'm mean mugging I got a roll on me too these hoes keep bugging Whippin all the blues out and threw 300 My nigga poured a pint in the club I gave him 300 4 deep but we mobbing like we 300 Ass backwards I'll double back and leave some Plug asked me if I'm ready told him keep them coming If I'm payin for them make my pros he gone keep on fronting My bitch seen my in my phone it's 3 in the morning Girl this ain't no bitch I'm texting feinds They bringing my money I gotta pack my shit up I'm leaving on sunday I gotta thousand percocets I'm keeping a hunnid Shoot my nigga 57 he don't keep it a hunnid Kill a nigga in a foreign car and leave it on Bundy I ain't doing this shit for nun If a middle man a gram I gotta make a fucking hunnid If he in a ambulance ima follow with the hurl And we don't drink to 2 11 but we dropped him from the 40 If he got his son with him Ima drop him and his shorty And if he got his gun with him Ima sell it to my cousin Ima take it off his hip Ima pop him in his nugget Tied plug with them bows Prolly got them for a hunnid Got some lines of Morton Grove You can cop them for a hunnid If we wrestle in the club Ima pop you in the stomach