Lyrics Shit Talk - BlueBucksClan

Christian Dior drippin', tryna wash my sins off
Niggas love that champion, take that shit off
Blood leaking off me nigga, I can't rinse off
I'm tryna hit the lot, I'm tryna pull a Benz off
She can't ride with me unless she suck the skin off
Fat cookie 'wood, yeah it look like Rick Ross
I'm a skinny nigga but I'm still a big boss
Why your bitch on my dick? Tell her get off

My bitch bad, always lookin' like she pissed off
Bougie bitch like to suck it with the lip gloss
Winnin' team, yeah we won before the tip off
We got all these blues, yeah we had a strip off
Last night we poured a eight, we had a sip off
Facin' all these 'woods, yeah we blew a zip off
Bitch I'm flyer than a rocket final lift off

If that bitch ain't got no money, tell her get lost
All these blues on my flo', nigga, I'm final crisp walk
I don't wanna do no hook, nigga, I wanna shit talk
Pourin' all this juice like a nigga got a big cough
Tryna do the dash, tryna make this bitch lift off
Yeah we fuckin' niggas up before the kickoff
Vlone hoodie, damn, I'm final lift off

One-O-five, John packed, I'm final get off
If this bitch got me waitin', I'ma peel off
Aw this white girl in the trap, I'm final get out
If my bitch see my phone, she gon' flip out
Thirty bitches waitin', damn, who I'ma pick out?
Runnin' up this bag, almost blew my hip out
Pussy good, I couldn't even get the tip out
Nigga run up on this Benz, I'ma whip out

Niggas livin' with they moms, getting kicked out
Downtown with yo' bitch in a penthouse
I could do it in my sleep, this is so easy
Nigga flexing three-fifty, ain't got no yeezys
Bitch blowin' up my phone, saying, don't leave me
I'ma take it off yo' plate, bitch, I'm too greedy
I be fuckin' when you leave, yeah she too sneaky
Had to leave her ass alone, she was too needy
Tryna suck it in the whip, yeah, she too freaky

Whole five to the face, bitch, I'm too sleepy
Had to pour it in a snapple, ain't no soda here
White bentayga crawlin' like a polar bear
How the fuck them niggas get in with that pole in here?
And why the bad bitches keep runnin' over there?
Moncler jacket on, yeah, like it's snowing here
If the Clan in this bitch then it's dough in here

If she get up in this truck, she gon' go in there
I had room for three bitches but it's four in there
Amiri skinny, yeah, she tryna rip my pants off
With the Clan, she get ran like a hand-off
I'm a Grizzley in the fifties like I'm Randolph
Niggas trippin' in the club, had a standoff
I like ghetto, hood bitches, them the best ones
Got her weave to her ass and her nails done
I'm a fly fat nigga like I'm big pun
I don't wear no champion, I can't fit none