Thug Talk

(Ooh, Sav, killed it)
Alright
Ghetto Boy shit, nigga
On Gaffle Boy shit, nigga, money is not everything

I'm on pres-
I'm on prescription drugs
Bro'll get on tip and bring it in the club
I know this shit little, but it cost a dub
I know you was lookin' out the window, but we walkin' up
From the other side
A fentanyl pill is how my brother died
Ain't no body believe in me when my brother tried
He paid for a feature with K-Money just for us to ride
Like I hit the bitch raw, I bust inside
Fuck the dope game, all the hustlers died
All the hustlers lied, all the hustlers fried
He in jail for cocaine or a homicide
Seen too many people get smacked, bro, I'm traumatized
I just took a bitch to the jungle on a llama ride
She could be some fine shit, still not gon' try
But if she cut into me, shit, I'm not gon' lie
I'm still gon' hit her
Matter fact, I'm straight, Fill gon' hit her
I don't wanna hear you niggas songs, but Will gon' listen
That nigga younger than me, still gon' listen
'Cause he havin' gaffle, he know what to do
I showed him an M and he he showed me two
Where you get two million from? I should've rode with you
Let me guess, you put your all in a nigga and he stole from you
I can get a pint every day, I control the juice
I got some clean cocaine, put your nose to use
Test this out for me
I need some dog shit, help me out, brother
I'm rich as fuck, I did not stutter
I can tell what kind of drink the nigga drinkin' 'cause the pop color
I turned the switch on, then the Glock stutter
Lamb' truck relish, it is not mustard
Shoot a nigga in his hotdog bun
I hit him in his head and got dog gunned
When my lil' nigga died, shit was all fun
'Til somebody pulled up on they block and shot all of 'em
It's only ten Act' pints in the world, I got all of 'em
He ain't know how to handle rock, I took the ball from him
Don't compare me to no nigga in that city, I got tall money
If I tell a bitch I'm worth a hunnid' M's, she might fall for it
'Cause I look like it
I ran my shit up, now your big homie look triflin'
When you think about it
That nigga bought a ounce, we'll drink a bottle
I want some fine shit from Miami, she want want pink Molly
I'm stand on business 'til my feet rot
He was on the internet woofin', seen him, not a peep out him
Didn't get a peep out him, he ain't say shit
Don't throw a shot at me 'cause I love how them K's hit
I'ma pull up on your ass with a SK
If a nigga touch me, somebody dyin' the next day
Or the same night
Got on the Fed' plane and YoungBoy was on the same flight
Hit her off a 30, I ain't never nut but she came twice
Hit the bitch four times one night, but I came twice
Right now I'm with my Latina bitch, eatin' Asian rice
Hit his ass with a Narcan, that'll save his life