[Chorus]
I like talkin' lots of shit
Get em lit, get em lit
(Get fuckin' lit)
All them got a trick
Triple six, hit the fifth, aye
(Hit the fifth)
Kin is locked in
Split the chips, hit the wrist
(Hit the wrist)
I run in the pits, but we winnin' in a min'
(But we winnin' but we winnin')
You can talk big, let em dig
Said they hit... not convinced
Every time I drop a song I hit a lick
(Song I hit a lick)
Fuck a brick, I be building with the chips
(Building chips, what)
Got some aces in the mix, I'm all in
(All in)
[Verse 1]
Yo, who the fuck's this fuckin' kid, rocking watches on his wrist
But his pockets rockin' lint?
"Shit yo, I don't know, he's lit"
(he is...)
Got more juice than crusty socks under the bottom of your bed
(jerkin')
All you kiddies like to choke, but I like copping me some neck
(cuxh cuxh cuxh)
Chicks be rollin' when you say "hi, nice to meet ya"
Bitches send me pepperonis 'cause I screamed about a pizza
(Gaaaaahhh!)
Y'all be charging more for features than you got up in your followers list, (what the fuck?)
My bitches swallow, they suck your dick with a condom and spit...
Man I got clout without a face tat, toting, shooting, or dragging
You go out and rent a Maybach and film a music vid'
So I'm 'bout to kill you fucking tragic
And fucking closeted actors like I shot up the mansion Spacey was shaggin' in...
(ohp...)
[Chorus]
I like talkin' lots of shit
Get em lit, get em lit
(Get fuckin' lit)
All them got a trick
Triple six, hit the fifth, aye
(Hit the fifth)
Kin is locked in
Split the chips, hit the wrist
(Hit the wrist)
I run in the pits, but we winnin' in a min'
(But we winnin' but we winnin')
You can talk big, let em dig
Said they hit... not convinced
Every time I drop a song I hit a lick
(Song I hit a lick)
Fuck a brick, I be building with the chips
(Building chips, what)
Got some aces in the mix, I'm all in
(All in)
[Verse 2]
Bitch I'm on the run, you won't see me from the front...
Got a couple funds doin' shit you never done
I'm so hard I'm living life it's like I'm always 'bout to cum
I can't hear your mouth, but I can really feel her tongue...
(ah ah ah)
Lately drop bass for cake, and making no funds
Make my statements, chase, but don't run
In a grounded place, erase what don't bump
Face to face, and facing no one
Had a fake bitch, now I don't love
Gettin' fucked, and giving no fucks
If the face is kicked, I bet I won't bust
She got tears from deepthroat, yeah, she choked up
God damn!
I don't got cash to use
Just a pack of matches, and cammy blues, and a bottle of vodka in my ass and gooch
If you want a sip, I better grab some boobs
Trust me, that's the rules of gooch gang
Twofers, gettin' turnt on tuesdays
Bernies, so I'm fucked, I'm too faced
So I'm like...
(Whoop!)
[Chorus]
I like talkin' lots of shit
Get em lit, get em lit
(get fuckin' lit)
All them got a trick
Triple six, hit the fifth, aye
(Hit the fifth)
Kin is locked in
Split the chips, hit the wrist
(Hit the wrist)
I run in the pits, but we winnin' in a min'
(But we winnin' but we winnin')
You can talk big, let em dig
Said they hit... not convinced
Every time I drop a song I hit a lick
(Song I hit a lick)
Fuck a brick, I be building with the chips
(Building chips, what)
Got some aces in the mix, I'm all in
(All in)
[Outro]
I like talkin' lots of shit, I like, I like...
(lit, lit)
I like talkin' lots of shit, I like, I like...
(lit, lit)
Fuck a motherfuckin' brick, I be buildin' with the chips...
(oh, oh)
Got some aces in the mix I'm all in
I like talkin' lots of shit, I like, I like...
I like talkin' lots of shit, I like, I like... uh
Fuck you
Ya muvva... ha!
