Lyrics I'm Talm Bout - No PT

Good Nutrition stuffed all in my jeans all that green in em
New hoe thick than a bitch skinny jeans gotta squeeze in em
Them hoes gotta be drunk to think I put a seed in em
Mr hang out the V with a gli let that beam hit em
Got sex appeal she seen boogers in that Rollie she like ew
We stepping still Tryna give me her heart I just want the neck for real
Won't treat her better I just want her head bitch we is not together
But it's whatever fuck a L-O-V-E like fuck that mean them letters
New Gucci Sweater whole gang dripped in feathers bitch we flock together
And if it's up there than it's stuck forever he can argue with Beretta

Yo bitch want me to pull up so she can pull her pants down
Yea this same hoe tryna dodge dick man yo hoe getting rammed now
Nigga said he would've caught a case that's cap he fanned out
He dick sucking thank he trans now like boy you crying over yo man's now
Why you talking crazy to these hoes like they won't tell it all
I'm the type to make her put on clothes than tell her take it off
No PT the mvp like a bench warmer he don't play at all
I heard KJ stuffing out the wood that nigga facing logs
Let's be real these rap niggas my sons it's like I raised em all
But PT ain't got children cause yo main hoe fucking ate em all
Heard he sending paragraphs to hoes he need a cape and all
I talm bout need a cape and all like fuck it bro just gone save em all
Don't fuck with rats lure him into that trap I'm tryna feed the snakes
We floating scats hellcat did dash like we don't need the brakes
Fire place Glocky toaster oven leave him easy baked
Might fuck her face than you can come and get her ask her how my weewee taste
She said I'm disrespectful and I'm stuck up
I told her fuck her a period suck a nut up
If you ain't talking money shut the fuck up
She believe what I say man she a dumb slut
What I spent on the wrist could've went bought a vette
She wanna suck on me cause I'm lit ima cigarette
Ski on me imma slump doggy like triple X
Feel like a snake walking round in these triple s

Good Nutrition stuffed all in my jeans all that green in em
New hoe thick than a bitch skinny jeans gotta squeeze in em
Them hoes gotta be drunk to think I put a seed in em
Mr hang out the V with a gli let that beam hit em
Got sex appeal she seen boogers in that Rollie she like ew
We stepping still Tryna give me her heart I just want the neck for real
Won't treat her better I just want her head bitch we is not together
But it's whatever fuck a L-O-V-E like fuck that mean them letters
New Gucci Sweater whole gang dripped in feathers bitch we flock together
And if it's up there than it's stuck forever he can argue with Beretta