
Lyrics
Leave all the talk
I used to know his grandmother
I went 'round there to tell her he wouldn't pull his pants up
His grandmother got the house wide open
She one of them goddamn hustlers
Give a damn if he walked outside naked
Man, I really give a fuck
Get on that
Catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin'
I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes
I said catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin'
I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes
In the trap, goin' hard, turnin' soft in the heart
Nigga say he want it all, I say let me make a call
With my life on the line, was it dead or injectin'?
Never subject to tech, the mafia for real
Bitch, I grew up in the bricks, ain't talkin' 'bout a unit
My whip a couple bricks, I'm talkin' 'bout them units
Mathematical slammer, got educated in jail
If your label bein' greedy, that label subject to fail
On my knees talkin' to Jesus, I'm havin' trouble to fail
Screamin' BWA made a shape forever prevail
Bless Lee Ermey with his charges, the lawyers ain't playin' fair
Spend my budget on recordin' or get him out of the chair
And my girl just had my daughter and I ain't get to be there
But I can't be like my father who hardly was ever there
If I turn my life around, will my problems leave me alone?
Yellin' "Free my nigga Larm" 'cause you know he finna be home
Red nose, white tail, got a reindeer ring in my phone
Chiefin' Keef and sweets with Keisha, sativas mixed with Patrón
Your girl a diva, she not even, I'm 'bout to pass her the Folly
Gaze, know it's got a name but I don't know what I could call it, wait
Catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin'
I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes
I said catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin'
I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes
In the trap, goin' hard, turnin' soft in the heart
Nigga say he want it all, I say let me make a call
With my life on the line, was it dead or injectin'?
Never subject to tech, the mafia for real
I put a fifty inside of a glizzy and
Told a lil' youngin' go get some stupid
I put an onion inside of the pot
Now watch that bitch turn into liquid
They had sold one of my cars in the city
They thought I was back with the business
I don't be talkin' 'bout nothin' I did
So they don't come askin' who did it
Project look like the wild, we had the trap on fire
Twelve come hit a nigga door, we was standin'
In that bitch tryna find us somewhere to hide
Four sets of dope, let's go
Put the whole city on lock
Me and T-Hitz gon' have fun, bruh
We was fuckin' 'round tryna put somethin' in the pot
Fuckin' 'round tryna put somethin' in the box
Real crack baby, had dope in my sock
Land up in Cali but we drove to Nevada
We was fuckin' 'round tryna find somewhere to shop
Bad bitch with me, what's wrong with these niggas?
Niggas always talkin' 'bout somethin' with a thot
Got mom by the sink, got G by the stove
Nigga always talkin' 'bout somethin' with a pot
Catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin'
I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes
I said catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin'
I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes
Flipper, then go on Aliquippa
I hit it with that yay, make them bitches think it's Christmas
I'm thuggin' like it's legal, me and my nigga mister
You know I tote the pistol, we call them bitch pistola
You know that strap didn't vanish, I say I got that coca
We say that cocaína, I laugh like a hyena
My bitch name her Christina, I'm talkin' 'bout that cleaner
I ain't talkin' 'bout the cleaner, when you talkin' 'bout the cleaners
My niggas'll come and clean you
Clock back, watch back, stop that hatin' ass
Pussy niggas, everybody with a top ass
See the Porsche Panamera, drop that
Everybody got a cock back
I ain't talkin' legs, I'm talkin' 'bout the spread
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