YRS - Fiend Talk

Alright
Lookin' for the blues, but they tide up in a knot
You lovin' on the hoes, I ain't lovin' on a thot
Don't be callin' my phone if you ain't fuckin' on the spot
If I ever go broke, grab the work up out the pot
I think I'm Luke Skywalkin' when I'm off the za
Put a bad bitch in her place, she win a 10 spot
Fuckin' bad bitches by the day, who my next thot?
We at the crib, no dates, this the dinner spot
If I put your nigga in the grave, you in the next plot
I be gettin' phones everyday, where the next drop?
Yeah, you got the badges on that bitch, but it's just stock
You finna crash out over that bitch, bro, it's just twat
You smokin' on some fuckin' Reggie Miller, them is not opps
Nigga, I be ballin' every day, but not on Fox
If you can't figure out a new wave, you better punch clocks
The only way you fuckin' up my plays if you call SWAT
Piano on the beat
Piano on the beat, but my drum got a hundred shots
Cold with the shit, use the giffies to wipe the snot
Dropped a fat nigga so quick, made him belly flop
Where your ice go? Did you take it to the pawn shop?
Heard you in the club flashin' cheese, but is it prop?
Let's get to it, I got a button on the Russian Glock
I hope you try to run, cause I'm aimin' at your muffin top
I be rushin' to the
I be rushin' to the alright
I be rushin' to the sack like I'm J.J. Watt
If the bitch take too long to get out the crib, kick her out the spot
I got ten freak hoes, fightin' for a spot
I took his bitch on a coaster and made his heart drop
I mean, put her on a coaster for the wet spot
He said he tryna get a bag, but I guess not
Nigga, that is not a Rolex, you got a Guess watch
How you tried to rob him for his shit and your tech locked
I'd rather buy some pros than get some J's out the fresh box
Damn, these niggas never come outside, I got depressed opps
Won't hear a sound in this bitch, I got suppressed chops
Bitch, you need some gum, you can't suck it if your breath hot
I'm aimin' and you won't survive, this a death shot
I might be trickin', walked into the mall and told her "let's shop"
Beatin' on the cat, boy, I think she got the best box
FMJs clean your fuckin' system like a detox
Don't bring your hood over here, nigga, this is Me-Block
I'm not in Michigan, I just hit dog with Flint-Knock
Your bitch like Jack, she be climbin' on my beanstalk
It's 4/20 and I'm in the stu, this is fiend talk
Caught a nigga jack, out the air, this a mean moss
You up and you ain't put your niggas on, that's a team loss

Written by:
YRS, Antonio Gaines, Christopher Reese, Seth Williams

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