Текст песни $treet Talk - Payko

Can't speak on da past, so fuck it
I'm all in my bag wit da luggage
I'm crashin' da cutlass
Drippin' money colors Payko peacock
Codeine cowboy Payko bebop
Get high off da mudd to da treetops
Dat short stick gotta ring on it
My pistol neva gotta decock
My name is da money I put it first

You b stealing my flow, you sum re'rock
I'm all in my bag you a purse
I still b goin hard when I try not to curse
It's jus a lil street talk
I got street demons I b feeling so cursed
I was doin my best when you made it da worst
Trappin' .5's tryna get me a 10
Yo trap was silent I made it beat'box
Making hood classics in sum Reebok's

In da streets cold, gotta keep it solid
You b spilling' da drip, you already told
Dese niggas not real dese niggas sweet
Better pick da paper over coochie
Ain't no I love Lucy
Dey hate when I go Belluci
I can't letta opp upon my mental
So I keep me sum runners upon my feet

A nigga not running from his problems
Next to da E brake a revolver
Turn dat lil boy head to a pasta
I seen da devil wearing Prada
My heart is too cold
I done been on dat road & I see thru da bullshit like binoculars
I watched my bitch sell her soul
She crossed me I can't even talk to her
It's jus a lil street talk

Face hit my phone & he told me dey gottem
I cried like a baby I sipped out da bottle
Ain no cuffin' a bitch if da bitch ain't a model
Dem bitches gone leave if you stuck at da bottom
You take off like rocket dey tryna come spot you like you a comet
Dey pouring dey hearts in yo comments, cuz now you got commas
I can't put my faith in a bitch, cuz dese bitches too toxic

Can't speak on da past, so fuck it
I'm all in my bag wit da luggage
I'm crashin' da cutlass
Drippin' money colors Payko peacock
Codeine cowboy Payko bebop
Get high off da mudd to da treetops
Dat short stick gotta ring on it
My pistol neva gotta decock
My name is da money I put it first

You b stealing my flow, you sum re'rock
I'm all in my bag you a purse
I still b goin hard when I try not to curse
It's jus a lil street talk
I got street demons I b feeling so cursed
I was doin my best when you made it da worst
Trappin' .5's tryna get me a 10
Yo trap was silent I made it beat'box
Making hood classics in sum Reebok's

Dese niggas plastic dey see thru
I put da gang on da juice
Came back Bentley coupe
Mad Max in da zoo
I still sip da juice
Geeked off da drank got me crashin' da cutlass
Got sum bands & a drum, I must play da percussion
When you left me down I wan having me nun
Shit fuck it, now I'm alot
Only looking 1Way when I pull off da lot
To da top
Back in da day, I used to sit at da Marta stop
Now my pockets got garlic knots
I'm doin shit dey only talk about
I was shootin' dice at da poker spot
Thumb a 30, 30 poking out
Put sum bad bitches in polkadots
It's jus a lil street talk

Ain't nomo kickin' da door parts
You got me back in my goyard's
So how it's fuck me when I'm running from law
You left me on feet when I ain't have me no car
Can't speak on da past, so fuck it
I start lookin' past my pain & made a mil on a front porch
I'm all in my bag like da luggage
Can't get out dese bags for nun

Can't speak on da past, so fuck it
I'm all in my bag wit da luggage
I'm crashin' da cutlass
Drippin' money colors Payko peacock
Codeine cowboy Payko bebop
Get high off da mudd to da treetops
Dat short stick gotta ring on it
My pistol neva gotta decock
My name is da money I put it first

You b stealing my flow, you sum re'rock
I'm all in my bag you a purse
I still b goin hard when I try not to curse
It's jus a lil street talk
I got street demons I b feeling so cursed
I was doin my best when you made it da worst
Trappin' .5's tryna get me a 10
Yo trap was silent I made it beat'box
Making hood classics in sum Reebok's

Dese niggas plastic dey see thru
I put da gang on da juice
Came back Bentley coupe
Mad'Max in da zoo
I still sip da juice
Geeked off da drank got me crashin' da cutlass
Got sum bands & a drum, I must play da percussion
When you left me down I wan having me nun
Shit fuck it, now I'm a lot
It's jus a lil street talk