"Loud Talk" lyrics

[Gucci Mane:]
Yeeeeeah
So bring a thousand bags of it
A cool million, all hundreds, ain't no need to count this shit
Ma you can be my new connect but damn I miss my old connect
Tractor trailers full of kush, I won't sell an ounce of this
Louis bag, full of thrax, smellin' like that fruity pack
Smokin' back to back, man, I smoke them shits like cigarettes
I would turn you on no more, but you be with that hookup shit
Eight hundred a egg, ninety-six for a pack of it

Call the weed man, tell him come and serve me
I think my nerves bad, I need that loud pack
It's an emergency, so call the bean man
Mr. Bean Man bring me that ecstasy
I call the lean man, for that Promethazine
Mr. Lean Man, bring me my medicine
I call the kush man, I'm smoking kush again
Mr. Purp Man, bring me that Barney

[OJ da Juiceman:]
Kush man, kush man, please bring Juice a seven
Stupid loud pack of that AK47
Purple kush and barney purple
Yeah Juice, they smokin'
Post up on the 'Crest with them bricks bust wide open
Stay down, stay down and watch the Juice come up
Four plus a two, man, the Juice stay poured up
Bouldercrest shawty, but a Sun valley soldier
Hummer in a Jakey (Jacob watch)
Before a rap dollar