Lyrics Talk My S**t - K Hella

Step in this bitch like what did I miss
Ain't shit change still runnin' my lips
Never been shit so what if I risk
Everything in my bag just to get a few chips
I was down bad no keys to a whip
Couldn't even iron out a crease in the fit
Now I got a fleece with a zip
A pretty little piece don't speak on shit
She be pleading the fifth like (Shh)
Put em on hush mode
Been a long time comin' no rush though
Got the whole world knockin at the front door
I was off frontos
Chillin with the squad up at punch bowl
So fuck bein cordial if all that it gets me
Is some fake love in replacement for envy
Hopin n prayin' nobody'll tempt me
Cause I get to talkin' n that's when it hits me
Maybe I talk my shit too much
Maybe I run my lip too much
Maybe I flip my lid too much
Nah maybe I count my chips too much
Maybe I already did too much
Talkin my shit like this too much
Look at what this shit did to us
Look at this shit ridiculous
Maybe I talk my shit too much
Maybe I run my lip too much
Maybe I flip my lid too much
Nah maybe I count my chips too much
Maybe I already did too much
Talkin my shit like this too much
Look at what this shit did to us
Look at this shit ridiculous
Aye, I weigh 150 but without my dick I'm 100 uh
The prodigal son, I gotta go dumb, it's double or nothin' uh
I got a new chick n she love it
She thick as the fog in London uh
Long as this money keep comin' then I don't got time for discussion
Know how they want it, know how they need it
I'm at they neck like a rosary bead is
Don't gotta tell me I know I'm a genius
Ain't shit sweet, no diabetes
Say you a beast, you better beat it
Or leave it to beaver so he could delete it
You peakin' my screen I could see that you cheatin' whoah
Ain't it poetic
HTML how the hustle embedded
They told me I should go n break a leg
I might as well go and get a prosthetic
I don't do this for aesthetic
I think that shit is pathetic
Get em a medic
I know I love me so if you don't love me
Your hate only matters to me if I let it uh
I was still packin' them grocery bags full a chicken when Austie was whippin' a Civic
My PH is high, my shit is acidic, I'm pushin' my limits
Byong in this bitch, n we hella lit, no pun intended
I'm talkin' my shit, but they just don't listen, you know what forget it
Maybe I talk my shit too much
Maybe I run my lip too much
Maybe I flip my lid too much
Nah maybe I count my chips too much
Maybe I already did too much
Talkin my shit like this too much
Look at what this shit did to us
Look at this shit ridiculous
Maybe I talk my shit too much
Maybe I run my lip too much
Maybe I flip my lid too much
Nah maybe I count my chips too much
Maybe I already did too much
Talkin my shit like this too much
Look at what this shit did to us
Look at this shit ridiculous
You tell me I'm MIA well what am I sposed to say
You tell I'm in the way well what am I sposed to say
Maybe I just can't change, maybe I'm born this way
Shit, two months went by still I'm just outta my brain
Aye, gimme a second to process
How I'm workin' the process
Give a fuck what a opp says
They just obsessed
I be peepin' the nonsense
And I'm reaping the benefits of it
No guarantee but I bet I'ma run it
Stretchin' my bands I'm bendin' the budget
I rinse and repeat 'til I get what I wanted
Yeah
Aye
Til I get what I wanted
I'm just bendin the budget
Reapin the benefits of it
Yeah