Lyrics P Talk - Lil Sheik, Yhung T.O., Flexcitystreets

P Talk

Cuttin on that bitch if that bitch ain’t tryna pay me
Two bands a day I bought a rental I could wait in
Still that same nigga that’ll do a nigga shady
Same young wild nigga used to bustin' on three eighties
Born in 2000 nah ian a 90's baby, pushing dope like the 80's got the fiends
goin crazy
Packed straight from Burnum me and T. O getting hazy and they hear me lane
switch tryna catch another victim
Ima petty nigga so I fucked the op’s sister
Stripper bitch busy yea it’s hard for you to book her
Real… diamond I can always smoke a cookie
All these niggas really weak it’s like this rap game on rookie
Since… day ian never been a pussy… it all depend on how you looking
How you niggas shreading but ain’t shit getting took spent a band on my foot
just to keep you bitches looking Big Money
(FlexCityStreets)
Haaa she do it all for a dolla
Bust a day for the guala then she bring it back to Papa
Cashin on designer got me fucking up my profit
I can’t hold a conversation less it’s money as a topic
Niggas claim they pimpin boy they frontin need to stop it
You in love with the bitch that’s why you always take her shopping
A ad or the blunt baby that’s your only option
She had family from the city so I sent her down to Stockden
Slidin in a foreign cookies falling out the window
I’m in the game boy and I been playing since Nintendo
Sucka says beef I tell him ian get the memo
Everybody think it’s sweet until its time to pull a demo
40 with a 30 put it to a nigga dental
Shells out the chopper make a nigga do the limbo
Tints on a buff like some blue and green skittles
Thought the hoe was real pimpin lemme hit my type of mental
(Yhung T. O)
If T. O slide down he gone drop somethin niggas ain’t yo bros if you get popped
and they don’t pop nothin
Doing a hunnid ina Porsche with the Glock clutchin bad lil bitch at the show
tryna top somethin
But I don’t trust hoes that’s a no no gotta keep a stick on my hip that’s a pogo
If a nigga jump in let lil bro go brodie in the back with them straps and it
low blows
Squeezin on this trigger till it’s so gone white gold witha d’s nigga this
ain’t rose gold
Green bean to his face till his nose gone brodie in the back catchin face till
his throat gone
Smokin cookie straight from… got me high as fuck
Niggas on the net talking crazy till we tie em up
Niggas falling for that bitch we gon light em up
SOB that gang see that chain she gon try to fuck
Bitch!