Текст песни Too Loud! - 905emerald

I just (Yeah)
Go through these motions (Yeah)
Saw me walk in (Yeah)
Shotty on me, finna blow shit (Yeah)
I'm with his bitch (Yeah)
She took a sip of this potion (Yeah)
I just run shit up, they like "oh fuck" (Yeah)
They like- like "oh shit" (Yeah)
What you talking bout, talking bout
Got this chop out, he talk too loud (Pop, pop)
Shot his mouth (Aye, okay)
Don't talk too loud
This a freestyle, don't know what I'm talking bout (Ha, ha)
Y'all in denial, I ain't falling down
Hey
I just threw like three thou in the strip, nigga
Feel like fiji, got this three pound my pocket, nigga
They like how do he make these digits, he count up and flip
She drop it down
Make my dick harder than pre-calc in this bitch
Don't talk too loud
I'm the star, you niggas background, keep it down
I got this loud
I'ma spark it up and then start breathing now
What he talking bout
I'm finna park the whip, the gat go blat-blat-blaow
He on the ground, I chopped him down
Five hundred rounds
Aye, five hundred rounds in this bitch (Okay, okay)
Me and my whole clique riding round with this stick, thwip
Bullet holes in your body (Yah)
I let this fucking choppa rip (Thwip)
And if you want some smoke then we gon fucking pop his shit
We popping sticks
I'm posted up with my K
That choppa on me and I'm gon let it spray (Hey, yeah)
I just be chasing these bands
I'll give them to my hitters, they'll take you away (Boom)
We from the bottom of the barrel
If you give us a glance, this choppa gon make you dance
You standing still like a fucking scarecrow
Got your bitch in my pants, got the whole world in my hands (Woo)
Hey
I just threw like three thou in the strip, nigga
Feel like fiji, got this three pound my pocket, nigga
They like how do he make these digits, he count up and flip
She drop it down, make my dick harder than pre-calc in this bitch
Don't talk too loud
I'm the star, you niggas background, keep it down
I got this loud
I'ma spark it up and then start breathing now
What he talking bout
I'm finna park the whip, the gat go blat-blat-blaow
He on the ground, I chopped him down
Five hundred rounds
What you talkin bout, talking bout
Got this chop out, he talk too loud (Pop, pop)
Shot his mouth (Aye, okay)
Don't talk too loud
This a freestyle, don't know what I'm talkin bout (Ha, ha)
Y'all in denial, I ain't falling down
I just threw like three thou in the strip, nigga
Feel like fiji, got this three pound my pocket, nigga
They like how do he make these digits, he count up and flip
She drop it down
Make my dick harder than pre-calc in this bitch
Don't talk too loud
I'm the star, you niggas background, keep it down
I got this loud
I'ma spark it up and then start breathing now
What he talking bout
I'm finna park the whip, the gat go *blat-blat-blaow*
He on the ground, I chopped him down
Five hundred rounds