Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk On My Name, artist - SevaqkDate of issue: 07.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Talk On My Name |
| I’m in the cut with Bruce |
| And they’re looking at me confused |
| Like what’s that shit on your shoes? |
| Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice? |
| My wrap sheet speaks for itself |
| I ain’t got nothing to prove |
| Talk on my name, that’s loose |
| Move, don’t get yourself got for views |
| I’m in the cut with Bruce |
| And they’re looking at me confused |
| Like what’s that shit on your shoes? |
| Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice? |
| My wrap sheet speaks for itself |
| I ain’t got nothing to prove |
| Talk on my name, that’s loose |
| Move, don’t get yourself got for views |
| Took my young boy for a drive |
| Told him make that beat like Sykes |
| Any opp that you see you best hit that |
| Don’t think think twice, just hit it like Nike |
| I’m never empty handed |
| Gotta step with a skeng or a knife |
| And bro just said that I’m tapped cah I’m too anti like my uncle’s wife |
| Real recognise real |
| Not one day I don’t step with my steel |
| Get round there on a casual day on a outfit that costs 25 bills |
| Load up the clip, jump in the whip |
| Skid skrrr, rev up my wheels |
| All the gold teeth that I bought for the stap |
| Look, I had to go get me my grills |
| You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes |
| Some things are only for bosses |
| If my plug didn’t rise the price |
| I swear on my life I never would have robbed him |
| Went OT for a fortnight, killed the game and I came back flossing |
| I remember when a Range was out of my range till I went to the dealer and |
| copped it |
| I’m in the cut with Bruce |
| And they’re looking at me confused |
| Like what’s that shit on your shoes? |
| Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice? |
| My wrap sheet speaks for itself |
| I ain’t got nothing to prove |
| Talk on my name, that’s loose |
| Move, don’t get yourself got for views |
| I’m in the cut with Bruce |
| And they’re looking at me confused |
| Like what’s that shit on your shoes? |
| Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice? |
| My wrap sheet speaks for itself |
| I ain’t got nothing to prove |
| Talk on my name, that’s loose |
| Move, don’t get yourself got for views |
| I’m in the cut with the .44, you don’t wanna get yourself slapped |
| Big sweets in the ting, any bone get touched gets snapped |
| Circle the opp block, nigga this shit’s been lapped |
| Anyhow I see a opp, better know I’m gonna get man clapped |
| These niggas want beef, same niggas ain’t got one strap |
| So how they gonna beef with the kid? |
| I’ll get round there like The Stig |
| Pull up, skid, skrrr, splash and leave two slugs in his ribs |
| I’ll get man clipped for a quid |
| They won’t even know who it is |
| I’m in the cut with Bruce and they’re looking at me confused |
| Cause I just left all shells on the scene and I didn’t even leave no clues |
| Had man tripping over his shoes |
| He didn’t wanna get hit with that rouge |
| I’m in the cut with Bruce |
| And they’re looking at me confused |
| Like what’s that shit on your shoes? |
| Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice? |
| My wrap sheet speaks for itself |
| I ain’t got nothing to prove |
| Talk on my name, that’s loose |
| Move, don’t get yourself got for views |
| I’m in the cut with Bruce |
| And they’re looking at me confused |
| Like what’s that shit on your shoes? |
| Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice? |
| My wrap sheet speaks for itself |
| I ain’t got nothing to prove |
| Talk on my name, that’s loose |
| Move, don’t get yourself got for views |
| You’re a rap boy and a typer |
| Lil bro just caught him a case, if he lose it then he’s sitting down with lifers |
| Big bro’s just out here dishing up boxes, that boy’s far from a fighter |
| And we’ve still got tings in boots, star in the hood just do it like Stryder |
| Try run but he felt that burn |
| Usain couldn’t make that turn |
| Bro wanna get smokey on a Friday, see me pulling up like Big Worm |
| Still pull up crash, dash and repeat cah them boys don’t learn |
| Stop man if they’re talking reckless, told SJ bill up them herbs |
| In the cut with M and Rose and it don’t even matter which ones |
| And they’ve both got different guns |
| It don’t even matter which ones |
| Old school, I woulda just DigDat till I got blood on my Air Force 1's |
| Don’t need no bouncer cause I play dirty with live corn in my gun |
| I’m in the cut with Bruce |
| And they’re looking at me confused |
| Like what’s that shit on your shoes? |
| Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice? |
| My wrap sheet speaks for itself |
| I ain’t got nothing to prove |
| Talk on my name, that’s loose |
| Move, don’t get yourself got for views |
| I’m in the cut with Bruce |
| And they’re looking at me confused |
| Like what’s that shit on your shoes? |
| Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice? |
| My wrap sheet speaks for itself |
| I ain’t got nothing to prove |
| Talk on my name, that’s loose |
| Move, don’t get yourself got for views |