Текст песни Still Talking My Shit - Tay900

Don't you got a fucking gun, bro
They make throwing these niggas with guns
If they come through, they come through
Fuck it

What, are you scared
My man, what the fuck do you be talking about
Rick Uncle got guns and money
And you can't go to war with that and you broke

But you don't understand that, too
Sending threats through a bitch
That'll get your smoke, let me find the drop
Watch how quick we gon' be at your door

Outside everyday when i'm in LA
Swish he keep the pole
I dare a nigga try me like I'm pussy
He gon' get exposed

All the bitch niggas where I'm from, we treat them like hoes
Me and cuz gone off the drank, we pour personal fours
Fell asleep in the dead end where niggas scared to go
Let a nigga play crazy with gang, we gon' up the score

Dare a nigga ask me where i'm from when i know they hoes
Dare a nigga ask me what i bang, Ima let em know
Know i'm riding round with them blowers, we'll let them blow
I'm stepping everywhere in retros don't do the shell toes

I be with model bitches, now i can't fuck with broke hoes
Stupid ass niggas still going broke for these hoes
How the fuck you claim you real when I know you fake
Pose to got the pussy, but you showed the bitch the fucking safe

Know the nigga folded how i know i put her on the play
Let the hoe give me face, while i count the cake
Made the hoe swallow cum like it's minute maid
When im through, call a Uber, send her by her way

Early birds getting im up sliding on the e-way
Backwoods to the face, ain't been to sleep in three days
Nagging ass bitches hoes, worsen than a toothache
But somehow I stay in these hoes, mouths like some toothpaste

Like, um, bitch, what up
Capping like it's smoke, but they putting them lighters up
Get the drop, slide through where they be, hit em up
Come through like a janitor with the stick, mop em up

Keep two of em with me, make em jump, double dutch
When i go back to the city, still got shooters in the cut
Should've signed to milwaukee, how i go crazy bout the bucks
Self made nigga, never been a runner, ima run it up

Tricking on them hoes, them niggas paying for a nut
Damn, they really paying for these sluts
He was doing all that dissing until he ran out of luck
And i'm killing this bitch with my thumb in her butt

And i'm killing this bitch with my thumb in her butt
He was doing all that diss until he ran out of luck
Gang
You know how i'm coming, nigga

I'ma talk my shit, pop my shit, every time
Long live them guys, man
That way
Uh-huh

Gang