2Stxpid - Choppa Talk (Talk My Shit)

Lil boy you ain't gon shoot shit
Lil boy you ain't gon shoot nothing
Why you got that gun for?
Boy you ain't doing no hunting
You ain't ever shot that choppa looking like a whole dummy
We've got racks on racks but you ain't ever touching no money
Bouncing down they block I'm talking chops we making motors lock
Brodie popping tires with his pole we tryna catch a opp
Riding in that shitbox, fuck a Scat you know them bitches hot
White tees and hoodies is all I need I keep my sights on lock
Get back for my brothers, that's the code you know we always riding
Hit the e-brake when I'm pushing eighty the back'll start sliding
They throwing threats over the phone they got my loc so why they hiding?
I'ma talk my shit right to they face they ain't nothing bout it
Big ass bullets shatter glass
Bounce through traffic look like Flash
Roll a Wood up, smoke my gas
Goofies fit up in this pack
Told his shawty back that ass
Big ass choppa shooting fast
SRT it got a V8 170 we hit the dash
Lil boy his ass got cracked up by a female he just run his mouth
Posted with them lil ass sticks and claiming what he not about
You wanna be gang go take a life but you won't come around
AR fifteen silencer we bend the block it make no sound
Y'all hang with goofies I'm with murderers we bucking out for fun
I can't fuck around with switches I put trust into this drum
MAC eleven leave your face ugly gon need another one
Sneak dissing on the net all y'all looking hella dumb
I'm extra grimey extra slimy fuck your partner he a bitch
He gon rat on all y'all one day you ain't know that he a switch?
He gon be a bottom when we catch his ass talking his shit
We the dookies don't get shit mixed up I'll hit you with this blick
Go on a drill talking to Jesus I'm gon turn your ass to pieces
Light the block like it's the fourth my crew we be out here we reaping
STL bitch this a warzone every day it's blood leaking
I've been leaning I've been feinding keep a Kel-Tec like I'm Kenan
We them badass kids your momma say don't go fucking with them
Them boys ain't got no game and we ain't ever been fucking with them
Hanging round with steppers and we picking choppas up with them
Lil what's-his-name got cracked up in his head the goofies up with him
High-speeding boxes with tinted windows hear the engine crying
AR-P up out the cut you better duck these bullets flying
TTS and GXP hit the e-way, know we sliding
Seven-six-two hit him in his shit and his skin'll start frying
We be running shit from Gravois right on down to Lemay
Don't try fucking with the gang or we gon catch your ass on replay
Choppa talking with this PLR it got a brand new beam ay
I'm gon hawk him down lil boy, he running like a fucking relay
Uh yeah let me talk my shit
Uh yeah let me talk my shit
Yeah yeah let me talk my shit
Yeah yeah let me talk my shit
Uh yeah let me talk my shit
Uh yeah let me talk my shit
Yeah yeah let me talk my shit
Yeah yeah let me talk my shit

Written by:
Benjamin Ceric

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