"Shit Talking Jazz" lyrics

Yeah, fun song
(The Lunch Crew Company)
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh (I'm so proud of you, Caasi)
Yeah, yeah, KrispyLife, look
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, It's with a K, dumbass)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Get it, get it, get it, get it)
We gon' do it just like this, ayy

Fiend hit one line of it and said oohwee (Oohwee)
You can't party with me and Packman 'cause you too cheap (Bitch too cheap)
You just poured a deuce of green, now your juice cheap (What the fuck?)
Shoulda knew, his Gen done turned that boy into a LooseLeaf (Bang, bang)

She said she never suck your balls 'cause your gooch stink
Spilt a cup of Wock' on my Rickys, now my boots pink
On the first link, askin' for money how you lose me
Bitch gave me head after we fought, that's a mood swing
We gon' name this track here, "Shit Talking Jazz"
Four pockets full of dog shit, I'm a walkin' rags
I like sloppy head, freak bitch better hawk and gag
Had a baby on my bitch, hit Chanel and bought some bags

This a new Pelle, but it's throwback, this the Keef collection (Bang, bang)
She been stuffin' too many pills, caught a yeast infection (My fault)
Nigga chatty as hell, I made him leave my section (Get the fuck on)
Nigga ain't have no gun, so I beat his ass, I ain't need my weapon
This right here, this bitch smooth, my granddaddy can vibe to this (Facts)
I remember the day I switched out Wock' for Trish (Damn)

Ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Okay, y'ello)
Get it, get it, get it, get it (Ooh)

Two fat niggas fuckin' all the baddest bitches (All the baddies)
Huh, in other words, we got a lotta whores (Whores)
Hit his luxury rental, I knocked down a Porsche (Boom, boom)
Asked my opps is they tryna hoop? I just found a court (Come on)

Huh, all my opps keep dyin', they tryna find the score
Huh, only hit my T-Mobile if it's nine or more
Tired of sippin' Quagen, mhm, gotta find some Morton
Baby asked me for some red bottoms, I'm buyin' her Jordans
I'm ugly, but I'm tryna have a daughter, I need you sexy
Bad bitches only, I'm not cute, gotta be selective
Scrape the Pyrex until it broke, I need my extras
Hate my brother baby mama so much, gave my niece a tester

Got your bitch folded, pretzel
Every time I go, fuck gun on the dresser
Clip long, lecture
Really got that chicken, Chester's

Yeah, yeah, yeah
One, two, step, one, two, step
Yeah, yeah (Ooh)
Half spin, bring it back, half spin and bring it back (Ooh)
One, two, step, yeah, one, two, step (Y'ello, ooh)
Yeah, yeah, alright, bring it back in
Then we gon' have the background singers come in and we gon' do it just like this, you ready?
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Y'ello, ooh)
Yeah, like that
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh)
KrispyLife, nigga (Y'ello)
It's with a K, dumbass (Ooh)