Текст песни Talkin' Bout - FreshP

I don't be rapping now and then, shit I'm just doing it in my house
Most of y'all can't even rap with me, got verses in the couch
My enemies wanna be friends and steady running up they mouth
I run this paper like 400 meter dashes roundabout
Met bro at the roundabout
What the hell you talking bout'
You should know FP the coldest even when they in a drought
I be outside with my dawgies like we never seen a house
Hit the re-up with my cuzzo at the trap we in and out

On a wave I think I'm Dolph, I can't get off this paper route
Y'all be rappin now and then you only doing this for the clout
Make a movie with no cameras this my life that's on my soul
You close enough then you gon know, but if you don't I'm like a ghost
Way too many snakes, gotta keep that grass low
I knew you would fold but I ain't think it'd be that fast though
Keep muh circle smalla dan de ring inside de Lasko
How de hell yuh bored from playing games yuh never pass GO
Yeah
My soldiers know just what I'm saying too
Like boy you got a baby coupe, what else I'm finna say to you
I got the receipts and not the ones that come with change
You keep coming with receipts but you still love me nothing changed
You say I think it's a game
But that's when I get charged up
That's when every song a nigga drop gon have the bars tucked
Rapping in the parking lot for hours got her starstruck
Hardest youngin out I need it engraved maybe carved up
Don't give me your heart I'm trappin hard, I'll fuck around and sell it
Haters really hate on victory, cause they could never smell it
Shoutout to the ones who did for me, there really ain't no telling
When we finna make our history, we vertical propelling

I don't be rapping now and then, shit I'm just doing it in my house
Most of y'all can't even rap with me, got verses in the couch
My enemies wanna be friends and steady running up they mouth
I run this paper like 400 meter dashes roundabout
Met bro at the roundabout
What the hell you talking bout'
You should know FP the coldest even when they in a drought
I be outside with my dawgies like we never seen a house
Hit the re-up with my cuzzo at the trap we in and out, ye

Y'all aint never gon come like this boy (outside inno?)
Fuck you talkin' bout (ya dig)
Gang shit JAM allat (all ah dat)
Big up muh dawgs from the Southside yknameen La Romain
(One side)
San Juan (JAM to the world nah bai)
Sando
Point Fortin
Allyuh done know the timing yuh know how ah coming nah bai yknameen
(Easy we do it)

I don't be rapping now and then, shit I'm just doing it in my house
Most of y'all can't even rap with me, got verses in the couch
My enemies wanna be friends and steady running up they mouth
I run this paper like 400 meter dashes roundabout