Jay the Protégé, Don't Jump & Casper White - Talk Slick (feat. B. $teady)

Talk slick and get your neck slit quick
Every time I turn around, a body getting took out
Talk slick and get your neck slit quick
Every time I turn around, a body getting took out
I hear ya motherfuckers talk about it
But I stay seeing bodies with the motherfuckin' chalk around it

Talk slick and get your neck slit quick
Seen your shorty at the club, Imma give her this dick
Imma blast my opposition, I ain't had no pot to piss in
I can't see my competition, I be flocking to the digits
I could really give a fuck about the money you been gettin'
Imma hit your bitch quick make her sing like New Edition yeah
I ain't ever fronting I'm just steady staying blunted
If you keep it solid with me then I keep this shit 100, haan

Picked 'em up when I hit the pad, then go
Slippin up? Never us, that's for sure
Never getting curved like banana peel
Get bent, sent to the trench to kill
Smoking on that green crack so for real
Now I'm thinking like, is your life worth chances?
Then I grip the mic, all the strife get managed
Low pro, don't snap that if it ain't candid

Talk slick and get your neck slit quick
Every time I turn around, a body getting took out
Talk slick and get your neck slit quick
Every time I turn around, a body getting took out
I hear ya motherfuckers talk about it
But I stay seeing bodies with the motherfuckin' chalk around it

Let me tell you how I see it
If you ain't with it, then beat it
I got bars so hot they burn as I read 'em
ut these people forgot how to work the mic
So I'm living how I like, different city every night
If I die tomorrow, I lived a life lived right
But that don't mean I won't go out without a fuckin fight
Flexin' with my Wesson every time it's late at night
Me and my team we keep it tight, aight?

Living in a world of thieves and crooks
I leave 'em shook
Bitch I'm wetty like I'm Steph but I got numbers like I'm Book
Running from my demons, I see death with every look
Money coming, come correct, drippin' sauce just like a chef
I'm a student at the desk, I studied all the best, I pay respect
To what's left I'm just tryna be the best
Imma chase an honest check, they just tryna load the deck
Tryna link? That's a bet
Chase ya dreams, forget the rest

Talk slick and get your neck slit quick
Every time I turn around, a body getting took out
Talk slick and get your neck slit quick
Every time I turn around, a body getting took out
I hear ya motherfuckers talk about it
But I stay seeing bodies with the motherfuckin' chalk around it

Written by:
Brett Alvarez, Daniel DeSimpliciis, Dominick Avitable, Joseph Ardita

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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