ATM Big Will - Talk My Shit

Young nigga finna blow
All of this ice feelin like a Eskimo
You can come n just cop a bow
But I'm having sales so u betta getcha 4
I'm loaded from head to toe
In a dice game yelling out 10 or moe
Put a bitch in a figure four
You kno that her head crazy so I want sum moe
I heard that ya partna hating
You kno we pull up spinning ain't no damn debating
What the fuck I look like waiting
I just want the mouth and ass ion do the dating
Bought a house and I'm renovating
I flex on a hoe she think I'm fascinating
All you bitches procrastinating
I fuck on that hoe kick her out she aggravating

Just looking wit two eyes
She give me the combo
Mean I get two sides
Pull up in a new ride
Imma hop out dumping and ion care who hide
Ya bit better choose sides
I kno imma fry a nigga like it's Popeyes
pull up and I popout
Imma change the color of the shirt to ty-dye
Crush the bars like croutons
I fuck and I gotta blast jimmy neutron
I'm cold like Freon
I'm running this shit like my name was Deion
Fuck nigga a peon
Pull up to his grave yea it get peed on
I run it like re runs
I can tell you niggas big mad we on
I move in silence
Until you hear them shots then you hear sirens
Come to me for the guidance
I'm tryna move shit a realignment
Yo bitch assignment
And imma ace the shit like it was science
This shit can get violent
I'm talm bout 100 drakes up to ya noggin

Written by:
William Chaney

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