Lyrics Sh*t Talk - Melii

Sh*t Talk

Why they coming for the king
Haters on me like a feen
I’ve been counting up my green
Killer style what you mean
Yellow tape Murder scene
Pray to God to redeem
Treat the game like a scheme
Going off for the team
Do it all for the dream
Ball in my court now they call me Hakeem
They all in my face tryna eat off my plate
Once he give me the neck keep him fed
Then I skate
Who you tryna herb
I’m making moves what’s the word?
You pick up bread you a bird
Pull up bitch I ain’t scared
Triple dash when I skurt
Bugging out off the perk
Bring your goons fuck you heard
I’m that Dominican Mami that be up in Harlem
My niggas they love me
They down when I call them they scrap then they ask what’s the problem
Shout out to ace on the island show no love to my niggas?
You wilding
Money, pussy, run the world
Jiggy shorty with the curls (yuh)
I ain’t tryna bag ya man I’m just tryna get bands (yuh)
I ain’t tryna be ya friend only me and Benjiman (yuh)
You know that I got the juice I’m a legend living proof (yuh)
Pretty Mama in a coop for the haters bullet proof (yuh)
You know I can never lose am a beast at what I do (yuh yuh)