Gringo the MC - Talk lyrics

This ain't that H Town boogie f** with me though... I gotchu I take buckshots at your ego, prettyboy don't f** with me Girl let me see that eagle, I brought P-Tron and bucks with me No chain, one suit, one tie, and a pretty girl on my arm I ain't from the city but I'll take all ya'll to where I'm from (the goddamn weed farm) She wanna ride got her yellin' "yee-haw," on my Twitter like "Aw sh** he raw" Shorty wanna roll like we playing Skeeball, so we popped 4 caps and she f**ed me raw We disturbin' the peace this Ludacris, I don't give a f** who your j**eler is I been in the game I ain't new to this but ya'll rookie motherf**ers on stupid sh** Top blown off like moon roofs, AKA Gringo's losin' it Work hard as hell 'cause that's all I know and that's word to the 3-piece suit I'm in I'm in the business of winnin' and takin' they women and makin' 'em love me then leavin' Sorry lil' mama, I hope we ain't beefin', stress is a b**h that's the reason I'm chiefin' 'Til the judge tell me to check into treatment, 2 middle fingers to him and I mean it Until the judge tell me to check into treatment, 2 middle fingers to him and I mean it You talk about your future, you talk about your business You talk about your problems, you talk about your b**hes And you say you a boss, boss, boss Prettyboy you all talk, talk, talk (prettyboy!) I roll up in that Gator, with a Texas boy whippin' In a suit and tie like my state of mind but I'm gettin' it how I'm livin' Gotta booskie way back home but on the road I break these hoes hearts Where you from you hot sh**? Where I'm from I'm Mozart Where I'm from I'm Bogart, mixed with a little Sinatra I'ma rolling stone like my papa, Gringo AKA Horchata I'ma kid with dreams to get big with things and it's probable 'cause I'm proper I'ma kid with wings who envisions scenes of me flying high like them choppers Aw sh**, my f**in' luck, I got locked down, I f**ed it up But now I'm back and my hustle up, hit Warren Buffett up like "what the f** is up?" Life's a b**h, I stuck her up and then hit the game with that uppercut My bros rock J's, Lugz, and Chucks, you ain't got no good luck with us You talk about your future, you talk about your business You talk about your problems, you talk about your b**hes And you say you a boss, boss, boss Prettyboy you all talk, talk, talk (prettyboy!) You talk about your future, you talk about your business You talk about your problems, you talk about your b**hes But you all talk like AM radio homeboy You looking for someone real come and f** with me I told ya'll, I'm 402 reppin' but I'm H Town sippin' So I'm throwed b*tch And we outchea' Cut the f**ing track CHURCH