Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk Back, artist - Snow Tha Product. Date of issue: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Talk Back |
| Acting like they know me but they only fucking see me in the parking lot |
| Ay yeah, and I feel 'em sucking on me como dracula |
| I know that they see me 'cause I hear 'em when they talk a lot |
| Hoppin' out the rolls and now my seats look like my wallet, yeah |
| I got a show on the road, I really think they a joke |
| I’m switching lane on the flow |
| Pull up |
| I smoke by the, flame ready let’s go |
| I got ultra in my lungs in Santa Monica |
| Hoppin' out the rolls and now my seats look like my wallet, yeah |
| Look |
| These dudes is ready |
| I ain’t even said the news, forgive me |
| I’ve been grinding and these moves is plenty |
| Only want you in the crew if every-thing you say is real as you would tell me |
| If it’s not then baby you offend me |
| Tryna a pull a fast one on me |
| Please don’t call me, I’ll call you, Andretti |
| Fuck up, I fuck up, I fuck up a check |
| Don’t be fucking with my fucking respect |
| They ain’t making motherfuckers like me |
| Heart on my sleeve, too much heart in my chest |
| Pardon the steeze, pardon my french |
| Fuck if they fake, karma fuck 'em again |
| When the devil can’t touch you, he after your friends |
| So I stick and I move, and I’m back with the win |
| Fuck if they fold, 'round here it’s laundry |
| I been the realest and look what it got for me |
| I made it all on my own so I’m profiting |
| Real ones gon' feel it and fake ones is gossiping |
| I ain’t the type to fuck with all you haters |
| I ain’t the type to fuck with ultimatums |
| You tell me that any day you could leave |
| I’ll get your flight and I say «Why you waiting?» |
| 'Cause I ain’t got time and now I’m wise |
| And I’m on my P’s and Q’s and my eyes |
| In too many years I can see through the lies |
| Say they got my back but I see the knife |
| And people be lying, and people be talking |
| But lucky for me, I been known I’m a target |
| Intimidate men, they shut up when I walk in |
| But shit isn’t free |
| Acting like they know me but they only fucking see me in the parking lot |
| Ay yeah, and I feel 'em sucking on me como dracula |
| I know that they see me 'cause I hear 'em when they talk a lot |
| Hoppin' out the rolls and now my seats look like my wallet, yeah |
| I got a show on the road, I really think they a joke |
| I’m switching lane on the flow |
| Pull up |
| I smoke by the, flame ready let’s go |
| I got ultra in my lungs in Santa Monica |
| Hoppin' out the rolls and now my seats look like my wallet, yeah |
| I think it’s funny how people be acting when they not really with the shits |
| They musta forgot what this is |
| Like this wasn’t family |
| We ain’t been hungry and traveling, pushing the hits |
| Like we ain’t been stuck in the van, working with nothin' in advance |
| City to city and shaking these hands |
| Half of our life on the road just to a bag |
| Living the life, I take my heart on my chest and I put it on paper to make sure |
| I’m giving it life |
| I turn this art into paper |
| I flip and invest, gotta make sure I’m spending it right |
| I got a bitch that’ll pull up on her little friends |
| Got 'em drinking, they spending the night |
| My excuse is safety first |
| the house keys in my lady purse |
| I don’t got it mapped out but I made it work |
| And I got it out the mud 'cause my state the dirt |
| They hate the kid, they blame the gift |
| The gift a curse, the curse is hate |
| The hate is real, they fake it first |
| They shake your hand and make it worse |
| I call their bluff, I called it first |
| Acting like they know me but they only fucking see me in the parking lot |
| Ay yeah, and I feel 'em sucking on me como dracula |
| I know that they see me 'cause I hear 'em when they talk a lot |
| Hoppin' out the rolls and now my seats look like my wallet, yeah |
| I got a show on the road, I really think they a joke |
| I’m switching lane on the flow |
| Pull up |
| I smoke by the, flame ready let’s go |
| I got ultra in my lungs in Santa Monica |
| Hoppin' out the rolls and now my seats look like my wallet, yeah |