Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkin, artist - YBN Nahmir.
Date of issue: 23.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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) |