That Boy C4 - Talk My Shit

These niggas
Smoking Za
That ain't real gas
How you in the club
But got no cash
How you bag it up
But got no bag
Boy you dumb ass hell
With yo stupid asss
Let me talk shit
Cause I'm finna slide on
These niggas I'm legit
Boy you never jumped off that porch
You was in the crib
Acting like you bout it
But you know you ain't on shit
You ain't on shit
You is a bitch
Clamming that you running with mob
With them sticks
Don't get hit
You know what it is
C4 sliding through
And it's gang in this bitch
We get it shaking
Only smoking exotics
And You know that we can taste it
Rolling up the sticky
I've been smoking
I've been facing
Shortly like my style
I'm like Freddy
Not like Jason
She wanna taste it
Told her I'm a don
I get gone if she basic
She wanna taste it
Told her I'm a god
I'm on the one
No replacing
These niggas
Smoking Za
That ain't real gas
How you in the club
But got no cash
How you bag it up
But got no bag
Boy you dumb ass hell
With yo stupid asss
Let me talk shit
Cause I'm finna slide on
These niggas I'm legit
Boy you never jumped off that porch
You was in the crib
Acting like you bout it
But you know you ain't on shit

Written by:
Chris Similhomme

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