Lyrics Talk My Shit - Cash Kidd

Talk My Shit

Alwoo made this beat\nYeahh (Yeahh) Fuck it (Fuck it)\nLets get it, aye\nFuck a record deal, bitch I’m on the block like Shaq O’Neal\nIf they ain’t talkin M’s I’m back on chill\nTryna eat off me the toy will put 'em in a box like a happy meal\nI’m strapped for real, threw the buffs on and start catchin' chills\nThey falling off like Jack and Jill, chasing after like track and field,\nshit I’d rather stack some meals baby\nI keep a roll on standby, on standby, its all game until your whole fam' die\nBitch I don’t want no dance hoe, bring me some lamb chops\nNote to 40 guess he wanted problems, I guess not\nI shoot like its black ops, I’m cool like a black cop\nA nigga gettin green, bitch I’m an Xbox\nCash Kidd, I’m back now and I’m here to stay\nFrom here to day, and the bitches gon' hear me play\nGot diamonds in my carties, my bitch look like a barbie\nMy funeral is gon' be party, where is keen at play\nBlack Friday while y’all was shopping for clothes, I was shopping for guns,\nbought two chops for the low\nThe one outside of the store, knock the top of his globe\nPut that heat to his shirt like he was drying his clothes\nRip Jeff free Tone, that’s what my mothafuckin' shirt say\nFor the cake I’ll blow you on yo' mothafuckin' birthday\nSomebody girlfriend made me her man crush Monday, 3 days later she was my\nthrowback Thursday\nOh now these niggas tough cause they got guns\nWhere yo' ass was at back in the day when it was 1s\nWhere yo' ass was at when I had to hop out on hot shit\nWhere yo' ass was at like a white bitch, I’m laughin'\nThese niggas I’ve never seen talking about it’s on site with me\nBig ass .40 who gon' fight with me\nAny nigga will get blew, like a rice krispie\nJump out killing everybody, this Vice City\nFuck it, like the blunt I’m 'bout to catch amnesia\nIn my zone, on my toes, like a ballerina\nHit the club flexin' hard, I got racks like Venus\nI throw dough in the air like I’m making pizza\nCompare me to who, this is not a discussion\nI’m grinding, I’m hustlin', bitch I ain’t got no time to be cuddlin'\nSick in the head, need a mothafuckin' doctor or somethin'\nShoutout to everybody switched up like my time wasn’t comin' (How you feel?)\nWatch yo' mouth, cause I’ll kill for a bust\nShit we can go 'round and 'round like the wheels on a bus\nNetflix chill with a slut, dick in her guts\nThen text her nigga from here phone like when you picking her up?\nAlright baby, It’s time to talk my shit, let me shit talk\nFeelin' like Clifford, I’m a big dog\nYeah, on point like Chris Paul\nMore toys 'round me than Ms. Claus\nStrapped, bitch straps make a bitch pause\nYeah, all these bands get my dick hard\nYeah, you is a bitch for a bridge card, then hit her with the stiff arm\nWho is these new niggas, we don’t fuck with you nigga\nFind out where you livin' and pay you a rude visit\nI am a rude nigga, these bitches love that\nTell them to free Tone, I need my cuz back\nWalk in the club fresh, she like where my hug at\nI’m in the club strapped, I do not trust rats\nFuck that, I had to go and get to the cheese\nWhy stress over a rat bitch that’s stiff in the weave\nSee my niggas couldn’t decide who’s dick she could eat\nNiggas playing both sides better pick you a team\nWhole crew full of dogs, had to get rid of the fleas\nTook a break from rapping, I’m getting chicken atleast\nCash Kidd from the east, all your E’s up\nSix mile in this bitch, throw your 3's up\nHot as hell, feeling like I can’t be tough\nIt’s crazy how a heater will make 'em freeze up\nUpload a picture with bands, like baby team us\nFree Tone, RIP Jeff, RIP Etha\nWas down for a minute, now we up\nStill fucking niggas moms on Jesus