Lyrics Talk My Shit - No Fatigue

Talk My Shit

Aye!
Number 3
Aye, aye, aye
Tigue Shit
Heatwave
They like Tigue, «why you don’t fuck with me?» (What?)
Cause' I don’t fuck with no fake niggas (Fuck ya’ll)
I rather stand on my own and be solid, cause i’m really startin' to hate niggas
(Facts)
You can sneak diss on the squad all day
But know that I ain’t gone' play with ya (Nah)
We can smoke you, get that fake out ya (Yah)
Forty’ll knock all that hate in em'
They don’t want us playin' with poles
Blowin' at niggas, start playin' with souls (Ahh)
I’d rather be playin' with hoes, bending her over, she put on a show (She nasty)
Dance like a stripper, but I won’t tip her, just let her climb on this pole
(Aye)
Won’t tell I love her, just tryna' fuck her, something she already know (Aye,
aye)
She like Johnny, she clapping like Bravo
No panties, she nasty, she think she
She want a nigga that lead, don’t follow (Okay)
I wanna bitch that’s real, no model (Okay)
Flyer than crypto
Shine like a disco
That’s why them bitch niggas pissed tho (Mad)
I be to lit tho, best keep your bitch close
I might sing to her like Sisquo (Thong, thong, thong, thong)
Play around, headshots like the (Aye)
All them niggas, they fake, they all props (Fake)
I be clean, i’m smooth, no bald spot (Smooth nigga)
You know wassup, I call shots (Wassup nigga)
It’s FGE, we all hot (We hot nigga)
I know you mad, cause' y’all not (I'm not nigga)
My flow sick, need cough drops (Aye)
I’m gone' do me, bitch off top (Whoo)
I look like Cash Money, Mannie Fresh whoa (Whoa)
Bling bling on a bitch, watch my neck glow (Whoa)
You alseep, on a nigga, get your rest tho (Yo)
I do me, i’m not worried bout' the next no (No)
If a nigga want smoke, we got the best smoke (Smoke)
No rebound catch a shot, take his breath, whoa (Whoa)
After, he gon' die, he on death row (Whoa)
Fuck his bitch, need a mop, it’s a wet floor (Oh)
Pussy good, lick my fingers like the rest gone (Aye)
Then i’m on to the next, like the next song (Aye)
Grind mode everyday until my cheque long (Aye)
On the road to success, GPS whoa (Aye)
Aye, I know that you was a fuck nigga (Fraud)
You don’t fuck with FGE, huh, I can’t fuck with ya (Squad)
I don’t do friends, that’s how my cousin died, I knew not to trust niggas (Mmh,
Mhm)
Seen niggas die since I was a youngin', and I won’t become niggas (Mmh, Mhm)
I rather ride with that gun with him (Whoo)
I’d rather up and let somethin' hit em' (Brrr)
Say he got heart, but ain’t none in him (None)
I see you frontin', can’t fuck with him (Frontin')
You know that we want that get back
Shots hit his face (Ugh)
Then I go chill like a kickback (Ugh)
You ain’t my type, bitch get back (Get back)
Take care of fam and get to the money, you know i’m with that (I'm with that)
If you ever did me wrong, bitch, I won’t forget that (Mmh, Mmh)
I see niggas mimic the drip, aye, can I get my drip back?
And if your bitch can fuck with gang, just know you won’t get your bitch back
Tigue shit!