Lyrics Talkin - YBN Nahmir

Talkin

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Grrah
Came in this bitch with my young nigga stuntin'
You play with the gang and this Glock get to bustin'
I went out to London and came back with somethin'
I’m making that call and my young niggas comin'
Facts, I was just stuffin' them grams in that 'Lac
Told my lil' bro smoke a blunt and relax
I might get to trippin' with P’s in the back
Got hundreds and fifties put up in a stash, ayy
'Member when I ain’t had shit, now a lil' nigga got rich, ayy
'Member seeing bro trappin', now we livin' lavish
Tried to run, he got shot in the back
Still mad, I had to go ditch the MAC
Caught him slipping, took him down for the packs
I’ma just stack and go get the cash, ayy
Big .44, ridin' 'round town with like four hoes
Niggas hate 'cause my wrist froze
Your brother fake, he not me though
Boy approach me, then I open that bag
'Cause if we need it, then we takin' your bread
Gotta watch who be talking to feds
The police don’t play 'cause they know what I’m with, bitch
Used to be ridin' 'round with sticks, ayy
Might just be fucking your bitch, ayy
Bitch, I’m the king of my clique, ayy
They always take me on the hits
These new niggas gon' act like that they on something
But they ain’t on nothing, they know I, I keep my gun
I beez in the trap, in all black, the G’s in the back
On Titus’on Ave with no L’s, but keys to the pad
I’m really with that, a nigga play, I’m getting him whacked
It really get sad, these niggas tough until they get smacked
Come to the door, sell a four, then send his ass home
I go to the ham, I’m untouched, these niggas be hoes
I’m wondering though why they got artillery for
Bitch, leave me alone, it ain’t no fame from me in them songs
Bitch, we know how to make money fast, 'cause we the trending topics
Niggas think they on my ass, man, tell them niggas stop it
Bought my bitch a Fendi bag, because she really popping
Now I turn up, throw some money every time a nigga bring the city out
Fifty rounds when lil' glizzy out
Selling guns out my mama house
If they slide, then let 'em slide
I ain’t tryna see what they talkin' 'bout
Fifty rounds when lil' glizzy out
Selling guns out my mama house
If they slide, then let 'em slide
I ain’t tryna see what they talkin' 'bout (They talkin' 'bout)