Shit Talk

Lyrics

[Intro] (Uh, KD, why— why do people call you KD?) [Verse 1: Toohda Band$] Yeah, I'm a shady nigga, but my wrist bright 40K at Neiman's, that ain't nothin', boy, that shit light Six lines of Wock' in the soda, this a thick Sprite The opps got guns and we got guns, let's have a stick fight The AR Blackout, I just named that bitch Midnight Came out the house with nothin', made twenty, this a good night I got reach in the pen', I can get you killed with one kite You ain't trappin' how I'm trappin', you don't take flights Let a nigga try to take somethin' off me, I'm finna take life [Verse 2: RMC Mike] Fat nigga, order lambchops and some steak bites Shit, whippin' dope up in the kitchen with a steak knife I did a lot of wrong shit in my life just to play right Five-seveN penetrate his window, call Safelight Spin off a block, blow his crib down and then I take flight The best shit-talker that you know, you better say Mike Cash on deck, I need it now or you can keep that shit Ray Rice on that elevator, I just beat this bitch Or I can pop you in your shit, nigga, we legit No cap, nigga This is what we doin', bring that shit back, nigga A hundred 'bows on the floor, we finna move 'em all Shit, I can kill your ass too, so don't get too involved Unky ass at that gas station, still shootin' raw Fifty in the drum with a switch, watch me shoot it all Ayy, Ri, bring that shit back, I think I fucked up My opps tried to slide in the striker, got it cut up A lot of shells flyin' through this bitch, you better not run up I popped a nigga then popped another, guess I one-upped [Verse 3: Toohda Band$ & RMC Mike] Damn, Mike, you just tried to kill the whole beat An opp took a picture on my car, shot up his whole street Fuck them other niggas around the corner, that's my old beef Glock 23 with the switch, that's my old heat Damn, shit, I gotta switch the flow up I drunk too much lean this morning, I'm 'bout to throw up I had to put Mike up on this beat, we finna go up We in LA in that LaFerrari doin' donuts We had to take lil' bro pro' 'cause he froze up Pop the door, any sucker nigga, they yellin', "Hold up" Niggas mad 'cause they bitches on us 'cause we froze up Shot a nigga in his Adam's apple 'cause he owe up Ri and Mike the shit-talkers, I be talkin' too Had to slap the shit out my lil' cousin, he was talkin' loose Crazy how she got some good head and she only got one tooth Y'all probably think that nigga cappin', but I got the proof Mike popped a nigga walkin' up, so I popped him too Yeah, you got some Dunks, but these Travis, we got different shoes Bitch, I'm on the thirty-fourth floor, we got different views Nah, Mike, this a penthouse, we got different rooms Fuck a K, this a streetsweeper, we got different tools You gotta pay the bitch just to fuck, we got different rules You the type of nigga to buy some green and probably think it's cool A nigga sayin' that I'm broke, it must be April Fools 41 bust, the face blue, come jump in the pool