Sware They Hate My Talk

Lyrics

[Intro: Z] Man, when it all boil down they be loving it, loving it Accoladed hate We lying [Verse 1: Z] Check it they be telling me ain't go no longevity That my flow gon' flop got me cutting in this salary I keep it simple cause I drink homie, and smoke a lot Kill instrumentals with my feet up blowing twenty spots When you can turn up and then get to blowing weed at about twenty drinks Get up in your head like tricks get naked chance, I'll cut your legs I [Curry cut,?] get lean Knock 'em out like overdosing Blowed the whole scene through the fog, you can't see me posting Don't wanna talk shit but on track that's y'all can spit Y'all hating cause I'm sick and y'all don't know the start of it I got the hardest shit your bitch miss like hard dick You got the starter fit, I'm Dickey'd up on the par shifts Man I ain't gangsta never stop, nobody don't talk about it But roll with Fire, flagging homies don't spit a clip without it Fools be like, yeah yeah, fuck Z I spits quick I know yo bitch told me too many you call quits [Chorus: Z] He be riding in a bucket sipping alcohol With the tint down mugging but they mouth don't fall She's trynna think of something pouring swear they hate my talk But when it all boils down all they gotta say is woo He be riding in a bucket sipping alcohol With the tint down pouring but they mouth don't fall She's trynna think of something pouring swear they hate my talk But when it all boils down all they gotta say is woo [Verse 2: Z] Yeah he told me all y'all talk about is drinking and 40s Trynna put the W on the map, buck is scurrying and smoking Walk in my surroundings, all you see is homies puffing and choking But when it really boil down they give they bitch up for me (woo) I've been doing this since '98 twenty-four with major flames I sold the backs of these CDs players get maintained I hit they brainwaves like sparking up some octane Explosive mode, like Messi and Quinn, oh nay (woo) I roast things then I get tops off like toupees I used to spend by the hour now I get payed (I get it) Open 'em up like C-sections, split and take it I Kung Fu kicking root split, a track weapon Homie Z, I'm the beast 5'7'' off the leash I'll be by your home myself if they talking about they go back about to grease I could spit about my fat laces and blow on 'em But I shoot this in my 40 and blow my dro on 'em [Chorus: Z] He be riding in a bucket sipping alcohol With the tint down mugging but they mouth don't fall She's trynna think of something pouring swear they hate my talk But when it all boils down all they gotta say is woo He be riding in a bucket sipping alcohol With the tint down pouring but they mouth don't fall She's trynna think of something pouring swear they hate my talk But when it all boils down all they gotta say is woo [Verse 3: Z] Homemade AO drink homie and yo bitch don't trip yeah Baby had a quarter when I finish up my mom's stretch Tight like laces and short of patience I'll make they mom books but oh so tasteless The boy amazing, you sound like you copy and pasting Be careful around 'em like your genitals shaking If you're thinking about how every time I get my vocals talking The track'll run man to Tom Hanks [ankle socks?] So whatever you gon' say don't let it flow my way Cause they be talking it like they viscous but never spit like me Sprinkle in my name and twisting up my game I'll be flipping it out the box talking the high speed race (woo) Y'all doing too much, me man I'm just kicking back blow They trynna do it like Z, be careful don't overload (be careful) He damaging my cousin, dropping jackets right back Damage up your face, I'd like to see you fix that (woo) [Chorus: Z] He be riding in a bucket sipping alcohol With the tint down mugging but they mouth don't fall She's trynna think of something pouring swear they hate my talk But when it all boils down all they gotta say is woo He be riding in a bucket sipping alcohol With the tint down pouring but they mouth don't fall She's trynna think of something pouring swear they hate my talk But when it all boils down all they gotta say is woo