Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What They Talking About, artist - 67. Album song The 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 6ix7even
Song language: English
What They Talking About |
| Still hoppin' out four-doors, still hoppin' out ten toes, two waps |
| What they talkin' bout? |
| They ain’t walkin' what they talkin', what they talkin' 'bout? |
| We get the dingers and the spinners and we rollin' out |
| We love the dotty but the automatic’s comin' out |
| I’m rein' up when the ammunition’s runnin' out |
| Need gelato but I’m smokin' lots of cookie now |
| I don’t wanna smoke in weed, I ain’t nowhere loud |
| Trident and undercovers wanna take me down (Fuck 'em) |
| But I’m workin' hard, the make the city proud |
| Roll in then roll out |
| I remember that quando, hittin' cells all pronto |
| Never five, that’s my guy |
| Luger lines, that’s number 9s like Rondo |
| Steel pan, that’s live drums not bongos |
| It’s funny still |
| How niggas talkin' like backchat |
| Pree a man like Snapchat |
| What the fuck do you feel like? |
| What you man really talkin' 'bout? |
| Pick it up and go walk around |
| Whip it up and then fork it out |
| Nuttin' ain’t change just rap |
| Fuck with gangdem, bring them 40's out |
| What they talkin' 'bout? |
| How much time man had to step and bring then .40s out? |
| Dem boy just wet, dem boy just rap for clout |
| I got big bands in my account |
| Trap house still boomin', trap money account |
| All my bruddas gettin' money 'cause we on the paper route |
| Phone shh for the yea, bro got it, large amounts |
| Get the drop on the opps, then we’re comin' 'round |
| Total wipeout if I bring the 'matic out |
| Guns money and drugs what I rap about |
| I really handle my beef, them niggas backin' out |
| I’ve told man already that 67's still bangin' out |
| Skengs in the ride, knows we be hangin' out |
| I do this for the gang, why you do it for the fuckin' clout? |
| You ain’t really 'bout what you rap, you’re just a fuckin' clown |
| They ain’t walkin' what they talkin', what they talkin' 'bout? |
| If you see me lurkin' with lurkers, I got my cooker 'round |
| Savin' up, I lost 50 pounds |
| Till I’m makin' like 50 thou |
| Stil got beef on the streets so new waps, I’ll cop it now |
| All this money I’m spendin' off |
| Truss me, I done made it back |
| Peng tings wanna at me off and tease me with them dirty snaps |
| I lurk around with my drillers dem |
| Ding dongs to the flyest whips |
| Post Trappy, he’s flyin' it |
| If I catch a case then I’m fightin' it |
| Six gang still slidin' through |
| Been on top six years straight, we’re the reason you’re strip ain’t |
| Roll around with the PR in my DSQs |
| Anything that I done, M did it too |
| Eyerolls, contollin' Q |
| Pull up on them and burn that |
| Better hope you can firm that |
| Pressin' up his intestines |
| points still burn, akh |
| LD, that six god |
| You see the name, I done earned that |
| Trip down the Shalaqua, twist it up and then burn that |
| They ain’t walkin' what they talkin', what they talkin' 'bout? |
| We get the dingers and the spinners and we rollin' out |
| We love the dotty but the automatic’s comin' out |
| I’m rein' up when the ammunition’s runnin' out |
| Need gelato but I’m smokin' lots of cookie now |
| I don’t wanna smoke in weed, I ain’t nowhere loud |
| Trident and undercovers wanna take me down (Fuck 'em) |
| But I’m workin' hard, the make the city proud |