Lil Mook - All Talk

Buff the Carties shirt, Balenciaga, this some different fashion
Ran it up, but I ain't finna stop until I drop a mansion
Get into the guap, don't smoke, my opps, we throw em in the Fanta
I know she tryna fuck because she pulled up in her pajamas

I know she wanna fuck because she pulled up in some biker shorts
They like, bro, you trippin'? Spent some blues on some Nike shorts
They like, bro, you different? Throwing hands, you can fight the torch
No spending limits, stack it tall, cause life is short

H-Town, hero I leave a ho stranded
Did it on my own, I ain't even have to plan it
T-Turn the mic up, I don't think they understand it
Went OT to get the bag, got the gas when this I landed

Give me space, need a break, six feet, nigga, damn it
I swear, all you niggas lame, you be hanging with some random
How you still going broke? I don't really understand it
I'll never hit your bitch, cause the pussy smell like salmon

If you see me in a trap, I got the blues in the bag
But switch, stay on me, if you try me, that's your ass
All blues when I shop, I don't look at the tag
I don't swipe, but my bro can show you how to get a bag

Got this bitch, then her sister, guess we playing tag
For real, ha
Damn, I did it perfectly
This bitch can't suck dick, this shit irking me

She said she was starving, took her ass to the Burger King

Bust the Rollie, pants amiri, denims fit unheard of
L after L after L, I finally caught a dub

Don't think that it's likely that they like me, we still turn up
Cut the cap, got it out the mud, like a worm, bruh
Keep a strap, bro, got one up top for the ops
I just blowed a whole ounce, bro, just pour another pop

Get this shit a couple years, me and gang on me on top
It ain't no one that I fear, you and him can meet the Glock
I'm just focused on the bag, call me when you bent the block
I don't mean it when I sag, in my pocket, its a knot

I ain't even 21, but just know I made a lot
I don't even gotta shoot, I got Brody sending shots
He go crazy with the blig, catch a body, watch it rot
He don't even need to stick, bro, just pull it up with the Glock

Catch him chilling with your bitch, take it up with that thot
Yeah, go take it up with that thot, nigga
In the upside down, off the gas, I just woke up
We just drunk a deuce, bro, still telling me to pour up

This a squad, hell no, they can't control us
Karen saying, turn the music down, I'm like, so what
So what? I be trapped out and I'm fresh as hell
Woke up, got right to the bag, made another sale

Hit or miss, what's the point of sneaking if you go to jail
With the shits, I be with the geekers, gotta take your zelle

Written by:
Lil Mook

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