Talkn Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
I got them members with me in the booth right now
(Yo, Ben)
Lil’ Murda, come here, lil’ Murda
Come here, Dead End
Yeah, Splat, give me that Drac’, right there, right there
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, right there, Splat, right there, right there
Yeah, yeah, uh
Tracboy, come here, Tracboy
Yeah, yeah, uh
Lot of niggas wanna speak on this gang shit ’til they get clapped
Nigga, we still got them choppers, Dracs, and Glocks at granny house, nigga
Alright, alright, yeah, ayy
Cock the Drac’, nigga, let ’em know it’s real, nigga

[Verse]
Lot of niggas wanna play with this gang shit ’til they get clapped
Nigga, I still been thumbin’ through the packs ever since I lost my house
Nigga, the sun been shinin’ ’round this bitch, fuck a drought
Nigga, when they ask who shot me, I was like, “What you talkin’ ’bout?”
We them young niggas gettin’ ’em in and out, in and out the trap
Me and Bang up in the Track’, hoes a cord, put ’em out
Nigga, I was slingin’ that scale in grandma house, half a P in the couch
I’ve been havin’ that rank in my hood since I was a jit, I don’t need a vouch
Boy, you can’t come here with nothin’, you gon’ say what you saw, young nigga puttin’ P’s in the couch
I’m so committed to this street shit, nigga, he did’ll never come out my mouth
Nigga, my house just caught on fire, still tryna put a hundred G’s in the vault
Bank just hit me like, “Where you at? Come with me to pick up a hundred ball”
Nigga, we know you ain’t no killer, every time you see an opp, we the first you call
I knew Marley G was gon’ get him, drop my mouth, I’m just playin’ it off
I just pray to God, with this fire wood shit, I’ma give my all
Haven’t scorched that shit with them niggas, every time we came through, they had called the laws
Uh, nigga, this life we live, we gotta take these Dracs in the mall
Yeah, if a nigga ain’t playin’ they role, we gon’ take him off
Yeah, I told my nigga, “Don’t touch the pot, just let it dissolve”
Nigga, when I signed my deal, them killers the first I called
I ain’t never tried to rush the process, I stayed down for this
I knew you wasn’t a real nigga, you kept it counterfeit
When you start touchin’ money, new folks come around the shit
My young nigga just dumped the clip, he say, “You better lay it down for this”
Yeah, young nigga, slow your roll, you ain’t really lay it down for this
Yeah, I’m yellin’, “Free Lil Yak”, he in jail for keepin’ a blick
Yeah, nigga, every time I see lil’ homie, pourin’ your rent
Yeah, nigga, this shit in my mouth for real, ain’t just talkin’ shit

[Outro]
(Yo, Ben)