18Veno - Talkin’ Shit lyrics

[Intro] (Damn, Jayy, this sh*t hard) (IMixNation for real) [Chorus] My hands sticky from the residue I'm still on the green box posted Hit my phone if you need to get 1 for the 2 My ni**as steppers, we marchin' like troops ni**a, I'm forever hustlin', b*tch, I'm thuggin' I won't let them play me like a fool b*tches tell me I'm the G.O.A.T I catch that pack like wide receiver Trap out the house, makin' plays off a beeper I don't know y'all, I ain't servin' yo' people Can't leave the house without my pole, b*tch, I'm tryna get rich I'm in the hood, I'ma trap with a stick Streets fu*ked up, but that monеy my b*tch [Verse 1] Got a girl, I'm in love with my Glock The clip is extеnded, got thirty-two shots Close up, he got hit with thirty-two shots Overkill, I'm tryna make the boy rot I know they don't give a fu*k 'bout me anyway I could get hit, they could step on me any day But I got thirty-five shots in this mini Drac' If he piss, these bullets, they penetrate ni**a, what the fu*k you talkin' 'bout? I be Might just run up in yo' house, I might Bring them fu*kin' choppers out R4Z, b*tch, we known to run a route What the? Mask on Ready to hit a ni**a with that, uh, uh Gloves on, ready to up that chop' and let that, uh Tracfone, ready to make that call and end that b*tch, my back strong, I'ma drop that, gon' go get that [Bridge] I'm a cash bandit I'ma get that money, then go feed my family These pussy ni**as super sweet, just like a piece of candy I fu*ked that b*tch one time then disappear, now she can't stand me [Chorus] My hands sticky from the residue I'm still on the green box posted Hit my phone if you need to get 1 for the 2 My ni**as steppers, we marchin' like troops ni**a, I'm forever hustlin', b*tch, I'm thuggin' I won't let them play me like a fool b*tches tell me I'm the G.O.A.T I catch that pack like wide receiver Trap out the house, makin' plays off a beeper I don't know y'all, I ain't servin' yo' people Can't leave the house without my pole, b*tch, I'm tryna get rich I'm in the hood, I'ma trap with a stick Streets fu*ked up, but that money my b*tch [Verse 2] G Star on my jeans, I'm a gangster You know we in the streets, my ni**as plugged in like cable Really posted in the 6, but I ain't talkin' 'bout Decatur My ni**as really in the streets makin' transactions like a waiter Hit the plug like, "What's the drop?" See what them prices like He lookin' sweet, the price is right If he don't go, he gotta die You know me, I'm ready to roll that dice You know me, I'm ready to go that night You know me, I'm ready to blow on sight Chopper might make a fu*k ni**a beg for his life I'm ready to bang with a gun in my right, be quiet [Chorus] My hands sticky from the residue I'm still on the green box posted Hit my phone if you need to get 1 for the 2 My ni**as steppers, we marchin' like troops ni**a, I'm forever hustlin', b*tch, I'm thuggin' I won't let them play me like a fool b*tches tell me I'm the G.O.A.T I catch that pack like wide receiver Trap out the house, makin' plays off a beeper I don't know y'all, I ain't servin' yo' people Can't leave the house without my pole, b*tch, I'm tryna get rich I'm in the hood, I'ma trap with a stick Streets fu*ked up, but that money my b*tch