"Let's Talk About It" lyrics
Doodie Lo & G Herbo Lyrics
(Hahaha)
(Yeah)
(Back up on my bullshit, back up on my bullshit)
Yo, let's talk about it
Spoon fed ass nigga used to get a allowance
I ain't go to college but I was fuckin' all the bitches in Howard
Got the Glock in my hand 'cause all this cash, it make my pants fall
I was puttin' niggas before my kids, that was my downfall
I don't come around y'all in a Raq eatin' mild sauce
You ever had to move your people to knock off the big dawg?
You pissed on your hands first, shit kill the man first
Click to the left, that's how you hit that damn burst
These niggas think it's over with 'cause folks doin' fed time
Don't count me out, nigga, I been puttin' niggas to bed time
Them niggas that did that, shit, that's get back
And as soon as I catch one, I'm killin' his twin next
I'm comin' like zoowop, thug life like 2Pac
I hear em' in my head like, 'doodie, damn, that's too hot'
One Glock, two Glocks, ayy, kumbaya, kumbaya
They doin' what Doodie say
My life is a movie, I want bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Every time the news on, broski, he be tweaking
And he gon' kill you if you move wrong
Pounds comin' through the mail
Try to hide it, but you can still smell
How the fuck I pray every day, but every day I'm goin' through hell
I damn near lost my mind, bitch
I was thinkin' 'bout crashin' out
I was thinkin' if I can't catch him, fuck it, then I'm cashin' out
In the club, I got my gun on me, I'm standin' on the couch
Any nigga that move wrong in this bitch, folks stomp his ass out
Loski, why you talkin' crazy? These niggas got us fucked up
I was chillin', bein' lazy, now you niggas fucked up
Bulletproof in the backseat with a k, nigga, I don't move wrong
I be in my head, I be tweakin', I don't really think Zoo gone
Broski say he want twenty if he die, shit, it's a few gone
I don't wanna hear nobody sayin', 'Doodie Lo boy, you wrong'
Dude gone, haha, you know bitch
(Nigga, alright, how we rockin', nigga?)
(Come on, nigga)
Big swerve (let's go)
Six hundred thou' for the chains on my neck, I only got two of 'em
I'm from the rack, I grab and cock my strap when I put my shoes on
I don't gotta diss in raps if it's really that, nigga, gettin' the tombstone
Hollows out the Glock, .22 flown, now they puttin' a suit on me
I'm confident, ain't shit I do wrong, road runnin', I stay in a few homes
Rich as fuck, got everything new on, I just copped a 'Rari two-tone
Money stick to me like glue on it, my youngins be ready to shoot somethin'
I stay tryna calm down, but we give out smoke, but who want it?
Lil' bitch, I'm sick, like, flu on me, that switch hit quick, like, 'Ffft' on me
Them killers gon' seize the moment, pull right up, sweep opponents
I'm buyin' all this shit, like, I just got a super bonus
Your brother's lack, they gon' get hit, you better keep 'em focused
I laugh at niggas act like bitches, but don't think I'm jokin'
So many dead opps, can't remember who I think I'm smokin'
I keep the trenches and the friends, got the real ones hopin'
They pray I empty out the vault, but I just keep it open
(Yeah)
(Back up on my bullshit, back up on my bullshit)
Yo, let's talk about it
Spoon fed ass nigga used to get a allowance
I ain't go to college but I was fuckin' all the bitches in Howard
Got the Glock in my hand 'cause all this cash, it make my pants fall
I was puttin' niggas before my kids, that was my downfall
I don't come around y'all in a Raq eatin' mild sauce
You ever had to move your people to knock off the big dawg?
You pissed on your hands first, shit kill the man first
Click to the left, that's how you hit that damn burst
These niggas think it's over with 'cause folks doin' fed time
Don't count me out, nigga, I been puttin' niggas to bed time
Them niggas that did that, shit, that's get back
And as soon as I catch one, I'm killin' his twin next
I'm comin' like zoowop, thug life like 2Pac
I hear em' in my head like, 'doodie, damn, that's too hot'
One Glock, two Glocks, ayy, kumbaya, kumbaya
They doin' what Doodie say
My life is a movie, I want bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Every time the news on, broski, he be tweaking
And he gon' kill you if you move wrong
Pounds comin' through the mail
Try to hide it, but you can still smell
How the fuck I pray every day, but every day I'm goin' through hell
I damn near lost my mind, bitch
I was thinkin' 'bout crashin' out
I was thinkin' if I can't catch him, fuck it, then I'm cashin' out
In the club, I got my gun on me, I'm standin' on the couch
Any nigga that move wrong in this bitch, folks stomp his ass out
Loski, why you talkin' crazy? These niggas got us fucked up
I was chillin', bein' lazy, now you niggas fucked up
Bulletproof in the backseat with a k, nigga, I don't move wrong
I be in my head, I be tweakin', I don't really think Zoo gone
Broski say he want twenty if he die, shit, it's a few gone
I don't wanna hear nobody sayin', 'Doodie Lo boy, you wrong'
Dude gone, haha, you know bitch
(Nigga, alright, how we rockin', nigga?)
(Come on, nigga)
Big swerve (let's go)
Six hundred thou' for the chains on my neck, I only got two of 'em
I'm from the rack, I grab and cock my strap when I put my shoes on
I don't gotta diss in raps if it's really that, nigga, gettin' the tombstone
Hollows out the Glock, .22 flown, now they puttin' a suit on me
I'm confident, ain't shit I do wrong, road runnin', I stay in a few homes
Rich as fuck, got everything new on, I just copped a 'Rari two-tone
Money stick to me like glue on it, my youngins be ready to shoot somethin'
I stay tryna calm down, but we give out smoke, but who want it?
Lil' bitch, I'm sick, like, flu on me, that switch hit quick, like, 'Ffft' on me
Them killers gon' seize the moment, pull right up, sweep opponents
I'm buyin' all this shit, like, I just got a super bonus
Your brother's lack, they gon' get hit, you better keep 'em focused
I laugh at niggas act like bitches, but don't think I'm jokin'
So many dead opps, can't remember who I think I'm smokin'
I keep the trenches and the friends, got the real ones hopin'
They pray I empty out the vault, but I just keep it open
