Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk That Shit, artist - YFN Lucci. Date of issue: 10.02.2021
Song language: English
Talk That Shit |
| Uh, uh, got game like Jesus |
| Hot boy propane, no fever |
| I got niggas on the doc like a heaver |
| Bitch I 'on't get left I’ma leaver |
| A couple homies went left, I 'on't need 'em |
| You know we got them pints when you need 'em |
| Tonight I might go up on a feature |
| I 'on't know why the fuck they hatin' from the bleachers |
| I’m too busy ballin', I can’t hear ya' |
| I 'on't know why talkin' we ain’t equal |
| Nigga we been poppin' since Evisu |
| Don’t make get to poppin' at your people |
| Baby them niggas poppin' don’t believe 'em |
| Baby them niggas following the leader |
| The only thing I follow is a dollar nigga preach to 'em |
| Drop the top if you gotta drop throw the peace to 'em |
| See they ain’t talkin' bout shit I’m the chosen one |
| And if a nigga play put a hole in one |
| Put some cake on a nigga head on his birthday then he dead fuck nigga we ain’t |
| goin' for none |
| They say I’m gone change, shid change gotta come |
| You know I had change when I came don’t front |
| A lil' nigga but a nigga stayed in front |
| They be like, «That lil' nigga stay with a big blunt» |
| I can’t stand no hater |
| What you know about murder? |
| Don’t be speakin' to me, nigga, we don’t know ya' |
| Don’t be speakin' to me, nigga, we don’t know ya' |
| I demand my respect, but sorry I cannot comprehend, if it ain’t about a check |
| Kill yourself die, yeah, Russian Roulette |
| I’ma make sure you all die, mutha’fuckin' bet |
| Bein' great takes time |
| Came a long way |
| I say I’m fine |
| I’m on my way |
| I’m gonna climb all the way |
| This is success you lookin' at I and I am the best |
| How many times should I have to stress |
| I wonder why I’m not like the rest |
| Uh, and she wonder why I cheat |
| They wonder why I get them for the cheap |
| Your bitch got «Wonder Why» on repeat |
| And after we fuck she clean the dick she so neat |
| Neat freak |
| We winnin' no cheat sheet |
| Big shit to you centipedes |
| Big shit this a A.M.G |
| Know we havin' drums like KFC |
| And they know we drop bombs, know when the cops come, better run |
| Know it’s better said than done |
| Nah we ain’t never really runnin' out of funds |
| See this a one of one you ain’t havin' this one |
| Milk the game teach it to my son |
| Made man, bitch nigga I’m a don |
| Pop a couple bottles told my nigga that we won |
| Already man this shit just begun |
| I said this already man this shit came from none |
| Tryna get big like Pun |
| Tryna be rich like Sean |
| Me and Killa the new Pimp C and Bun |
| Underground King where we from |
| Draped out and dripped up my shit filled up |
| A whole lot of lean in my cup |
| It’s a whole lot of lean in my cup |
| I do not like that the fact that they hated |
| They hated the fact I escaped it |
| Found me a route and it lead me to paper |
| That made a statement |
| They wrote some statements |
| I had to fallback and I had to pace it |
| Went on vacation, stashed a few bricks in the basement |
| Stashed a few bricks in the basement |
| I had to change my location |
| Bein' great takes time |
| Came a long way |
| I say I’m fine |
| I’m on my way |
| I’m gonna climb all the way |
| This is success you lookin' at I and I am the best |
| How many times should I have to stress |
| I wonder why I’m not like the rest |