Big Homie - I Love Shit Talkin'

Ay
Ay
Y'all got to keep up with this one man
Y'all got to keep up with this one man
We could've ironed this shit out and could've been cool
But y'all went the other route, so now you niggas food
I'm Taking niggas tickets man, like a conductor do
It's a reason I love shit talking, cause I love being rude
I was really turnt when I got YN Jay on a feature
But he keep reading my DMs so I might slide to Beecher
Ay gang what's the word? Yeah it's nice to meet ya
We made that one song and ever since I been tryna reach ya
I was fucking with this lil Cole
Iight look
Fucking with this one Cole bitch, yeah her name was Keyshia
She keep that mf waxed, I thought she had alopecia
My mama hate me, and daddy dead, ima real creature
All this pain in my heart, I'm sippin' lean like the Tower of Pisa
A bartender if my opps in the club, yeah we send some shots
Nigga mad about a DM, don't realize I'm inbox
Chris Will get smacked with this Smith, yeah he'll get Rocked
Bro finna buy his four four, name it Barack
Feel just like Kodak, I can't stop, I won't stop
Send that boy up to the sky, now he a moon rock
TwentyEight still thumping but this that new drop
The way Andre be Drummond, he take care of all the opps
Lil folks said he was a spinner but he fidgeted
Bussing down this package that's thicker than a midget is
Time to get a new pendant, the size of a midget kid
And I don't even know him but Free Rio cause he innocent
All that mid you dropped, ain't nobody hear it
You ain't better than me cause you don't rap on yo lyrics
Aw you ain't never been on a flight? Turn his ass to a spirit
Aw you say my tape weak? Boa I ain't ask for a critic
Stupid

Written by:
Rashad Jackson

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