Talk to Me

Dmo, these niggas kill me with this killin' shit
If that's the case, then why I still exist? Talk to me
I shot that nigga lower bottom and now he walk funny
Havin' conversations 'bout Ben Franklins, I talk money

I done fucked all these fake famous bitches, I think I'm Drake now
Hey now, say now, bitch, add me to your PayPal
You can Cash App me or Zelle it
I don't wanna fuck, baby, let's sell it
I'm outta town with a hundred pounds
Fifty on the plane, other fifty, I mailed it, ayy
Swear to God I done been crossed by one of my closest niggas
That's why I ain't got no trust and got
No heart when it come to smokin' niggas
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, stand over niggas
I'm the coldest nigga, when I come outside
I swear it's gon' be a cold winter
Back in the day, your favorite rapper was a bitch and he still a bitch
Smoke a nigga, put him in a box, December 25th
I'm on the phone with the money, nigga
Bustin' plays like a stock broker
How the fuck is you a rapper and a groupie? Bro a cock holder
Never say never, they'll never catch me slippin'
They catch me slippin', they hit me
Don't kill me, I'm comin' back trippin'
That nigga Marlo got me dizzy, all this spinnin'
We upped the score, they upped the score, but we still winnin'
Ayy, it's a favoritism game these niggas play these days
Like we done smoked that nigga shh, I ain't gon' say no names
Blood got popped at hella times with a baby A
We don't shoot at niggas that ain't no killers, they ain't in the way
We just shoot at niggas that shoot at shooters, we got time today
Ayy, ayy, nigga, we got time today
Convert the Glock to a fully, it sound like a chopper now
Don't throw no candlelight
Aight, you ain't hear that chopper sound?
Comin' straight from East Oakland, I'm one of the realest ones left
Let my youngin out, he shot an enemy down, we banged a left
Ayy, put thirty up in your back, now you look like Stephen
A sucker died outside, that shit was hella early, I'm cocky
Pocket full of chicken, I'm eatin' hibachi, drunk off sake
Niggas be catchin' cases, turn to Tekashi
Almost thirty on this chain, this bitch bling, yeah, bust down
Scored a touchdown, used to care about
That bitch, I don't give a fuck now
I slid on a nigga for one of my niggas like, "Bro, you owe me one"
Scrilla said he stressin' for a blessin', you ain't the only one
Dome shot, hole in one, big Glock 21
I'm lookin' for a reason to leave you bleedin', so, nigga, give me one
Nigga tried to blindside me in jail when I was walkin' out
He missed and I got hands, you know
I knocked him out and stomped him out
When I was a MAC reppin' reception, niggas had to catch fades
I was tapped in with the shot callers, gamblin' with the
I'm a pimp, I make a ho do what a pimp say
Smokin' hella dope, this pound of Runtz came from Rozay
It's too many killers, not enough bodies, shit not addin' up
It's too many killers and not enough bodies, this shit not addin' up
Uh, these niggas lyin'
Brodie got record up, a nigga lyin'
Uh, be alone, I brought my baby
Uh, be alone, I wanna be alone, I got a baby