Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkin' My Sh*t, artist - Quin Nfn.
Date of issue: 21.02.2019
Song language: English
Talkin' My Sh*t |
Ayy, back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a nigga |
Then you can go meet with the nigga (Let's lean) |
Nowadays these niggas don’t go to school |
But they be at the crib tryna tweak with a nigga |
Run that shit back, Khi |
I’m really finna just talk my shit on this ho, you feel me? |
Hold on, hold on |
Ayy, ayy (Gang) |
Back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a nigga |
Then you can go meet with the nigga (Let's lean) |
Nowadays these niggas don’t go to school |
But they be at the crib tryna tweak with a nigga (Uh, uh) |
Ayy, 2015, bitch I couldn’t get a fee from a nigga |
Now boys wanna eat with a nigga |
Got on Say Cheese and blew up |
They was sleep on a nigga now they wanna speak on a nigga |
Gold on my chain like my jeweler just peed on a nigga |
Real ice, come and ski on a nigga (Ice, ice) |
She know I’m a dog, but you can’t put a leash on a nigga |
We smoking a P in the sprinter (Damn, damn) |
Go creep with my nigga, she eat the penis for dinner |
I still spit some heat in December (Okay) |
OG in a swisher, pour up some lean with a killer |
Then go hit the scene with my nigga |
Go hit a jugg I be stacking and moving (I'm stackin') |
My niggas ballin' like passing and shooting (Grra, grra) |
Like a vacation, we packing and moving |
She taking a pic while I’m smacking her booty (On gang) |
I eat the beat I be smacking and chewing |
She eat the meat, she be gagging and drooling |
Opps see a nigga they laughing and cooling |
When we see them niggas, we clappin' and shooting (Grra) |
Bitch, I’m never lacking, my tool it be on |
Still got the Glock with some Louis V on (On gang) |
Hit from the back, man that coochie be gone |
I’m in the coup dripping juice and Vlone |
Don’t-Don't got a bag, I won’t get on a song |
Don’t-Don't got a bag bitch you need you a loan |
Not needing TD I just got in my zone |
Your bitch shaking ass on the app in my phone |
Ayy, that lil' bitch stalking my pics |
Ayy, I might water faucet my wrist |
Now I got her stalking my dick (My dick) |
Now they got me talking my shit (My shit) |
Ayy, gang, hold on, ayy |
Now they got me talking my shit |
Ayy, they got me talking my shit |
Lil' bitch, ayy, they got me talking my shit |
No love for a thot, I’m in love with them dollars |
Spot me an opp make them fold like a collar (Grra) |
She wanna kick it like we playing soccer |
I’m still it the 4 with a Glock for a robber (On gang) |
I heard you fuck niggas be talking 'bout thuggin' |
Signing they life, pussy boy you a puppet (Huh) |
You see them boys on the net and they clutching |
Fuck niggas be naked when you see 'em in public (Dumbass) |
Come to my show trynna trip and its over |
Dogging your bitch with the stick in the sofa (I'm on that) |
I bought his bitch, she be feeling this Yoda (On gang) |
Gold on my chain I be feeling like Homer (Gang) |
I do my thang toss a bitch like a floater |
Run up a check with my main in the Rover (I'm gone) |
Drip like the rain with my gang 'til it’s over |
I used to hit stains, I’m the same but I’m older (Gang) |
Ayy, I used to hit stains, but I’m older |
Ayy, I used to hit stains, but I’m older |
Ayy, bitch, I used to hit stains, but I’m older, ayy |