Lyrics Talk to Me Nice - William Singe

You know, I remember the-the first time we met up, you know I said to you, like, you gotta get back to doing what you love and you′re always gonna face the adversities of that role just because simply you're in it and people get jealous and-or people see your success and they wanna clout off you. It′s hard to sift through 'em, but keep the real ones around and fuck bitches, get money

If you gon' talk to me
Better talk to me nice or
Don′t open your mouth like lockjaw
I don′t wanna hear that shit no more
We don't play that shit, I′m downtown with the team
Outside tryna eat, don't worry ′bout me
What the fuck you mean where the fuck I been?
I've been on my bullshit

Told you I′m different (Haha)
And I ain't ever have to try to stand out to a fool just so I could fit in
That's word to my boy Xbo, said that shit in a song and it hit me
I don′t need no validations
I don′t need to situations
That's gon′ take me from this paper
Told you that when we was dating
And you know I'm with the gang
I′m with the squad (You know where the fuck I'm at)
We ain′t deep, but we ten toes
We don't surf, but we fight though
Smoke 'til we touch the sky
This that 87 Northside
I ain′t gotta tell you fools that I do this shit
Check the view count, I bet it prove that shit
Goddamn

If you gon′ talk to me (Goddamn), yeah
Better talk to me nice or
Don't open your mouth like lockjaw
I don′t wanna hear that shit no more
We don't play that shit, I′m downtown with the team
Outside tryna eat, don't worry ′bout me
What the fuck you mean where the fuck I been?
I've been on my bullshit, yeah

I'm on a beach, Hennessy and weed
Look at me, by twenty-three
Had keys to the world, now I never need a thing
I don′t gotta hear what you saying
First-class jet club
And I′m always jet-lagged, my necklace
And I got two pairs, twin sisters
I don't even know they names
I done sold out worldwide
I been ′round the world twice, yeah
You ain't see them long nights
You was hatin′ online
We just toast to the sky
It's that 87 Northside
East Coast, down South, worldwide
And y′all trouble now
King back, baby

If you gon' talk to me (Yeah, you know), yeah
Better talk to me nice or (Better talk to me nice, baby)
Don't open your mouth like lockjaw
I don′t wanna hear that shit no more
We don′t play that shit, I'm downtown with the team
Outside tryna eat, don′t worry 'bout me
What the fuck you mean where the fuck I been?
I′ve been on my bullshit, yeah-yeah

First-class jet club
And I'm always jet-lagged, my necklace (Yeah)
And I got two pairs, twin sisters (Yeah)
First-class, jet club
And I′m always jet-lagged, my necklace (Yeah)
And I got two pairs, twin sisters

Yeah, uh
Ten bands in my pocket
I don't need nothing else here but the profit
2021, tell my team that we locked in
Fuck a locksmith, I'm the key to my city
Tell ′em that I′m up now, you gon have to get me
That's on fam on the 87, straight to the top
And you know we don′t stop
Don't stop, don′t stop, don't stop
Yeah, and you know we don′t stop, don't stop
Yeah, we up now
It's just me in here though, haha