"Smooth Shit Talking" lyrics

[Bfb Da Packman:]
(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)
Y'ello

Fanta give me heartburn, I'ma need a Sprite
I'm fucked up, I see a regular woman when I see a dyke
I got two bitches that I love, shit ain't even right
Messy-ass nigga, low-key, I wanna see a fight
Now he 'bout to win
Niggas claim they puttin' belt to ass, but only shot the crib (Ooh)
Pop a nigga on Saginaw and went and got some ribs (Hello)
Ri and Packman, shit gettin' ugly like Yana Sims (The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that)
Shit talkin' 'til I die, I need an orthodontist (Hello)
Astaghfirullah, about this money, I'll smoke a toddler (Boom)
Drink lean, niggas treatin' me like I fuck with powder (Woo)
They discontinued Wockhardt, I almost smoked the doctor (Ooh)
Chauncey Billups with this dick, I got a poker problem (Woah)
She told you what a real man was, but don't know her father (Bitch)
Dog shit in every pocket and it's odor causin' (Stinky)
Brodie been gay since day one, he don't own a closet (Hello)
I'm from Flint, but this brick came from Bogota
.44 Magnum hit his top, knock his shoulder off (Boom)
If Lizzo let me hit it, man, I'm fuckin' her closure off (Okay)

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
He had asthma, told bro to take the motherfuckin' blower off him
We got his inhaler
It's Da Yung OG and Da Packman, bitch, they been waitin'
Five different kind, I got real flavors
It's okay, we gon' let him get away, he gettin' killed later
They ain't like me back then, them niggas still hatin'
I'm at a studio with no pills, I feel crazy, like
But I drunk some drank
I wanna hit her raw, but her butt had stank
I BP'ed the V in case a nigga try to bust at Tay
This bitch just made me babysit my daughter, I'm stuck today
But I can still rap, I told Ant to pull up today, bring a cup of drank
He had twenty-five pills, but a couple fake
Thirty-two hundred for a pint, I still fuck with Tre
I need another eight, ain't have enough today
I ain't get my hair braided, bae, I'm lookin' kinda rough today
But we can still fuck today
I shoot a video today, it's goin' up today, I got Fill with me
Bitch, he still with me, I got Will with me
I got steel with me, don't get killed quickly
I'm with YN Jay
Baby Ghost innocent, don't believe what my cousin say
A nigga touch me, I'm gettin' five niggas touched today
I remember days I wasn't touchin' pape'
Now, I don't even wanna touch the pape'
I let lil' bro thumb through that shit like it's fuckin' fake

I got drughead friends, I'll get you killed for a cup of drank
I shot him 'cause I wanted a half a pint, but it wasn't an eight
It was a half a line missin' like he cut the drank
They hit him in his head, now, ooh, something stank
He just poo'ed himself
I'm so motherfuckin' rich, I'll boo myself
Like
Ah, what the fuck I look like shootin' myself?
Lil' Cheddar Bob-ass nigga