"Certified Shit Talker" lyrics
I been feelin' good, I been feelin' smooth
Putting ganja in my lungs, we don't do the Juels
Chlorine sitting on teeth, this shit a fuckin' pool
Maintenance man when I be out can't leave the bag tools
Poured a 4 up in this pop, I fell asleep and drooled
You think I'm buying it unsealed then you a fuckin fool
My youngin' up some dog shit, he ain't go to school
Pop that pink 10mg and now I'm in a mood
That's 10 milligrams
If it wasn't for this rap, I wouldn't be on the gram
Follow the leader ass nigga, y'all ain't goats, you lambs
We done made a living finessing of Uncle Sam
Ain't 'bout paper I don't give a damn
Spinning like a ceiling fan
Bond money for a jam
That's yo boy then why you ran
Gleezy make a nigga scram
Trying to cook but you ain't stickin', what you using pam?
Playing ball, I need a front cover on The Slam
Ain't from the D, these niggas hams
Got a piece, it got trans
I ain't in the land but I'll have foe 'nem make it dance
Feel like superman off X, gone head call me Cam
The Script lady hit my phone and I'm like yes ma'am...
Hello? What you need? Aight. I'll be over there
I done spent my whole life making money moves
C.E.O (Chase-Every-Opp), nah we don't pick and choose
"Opp" for Opportunity, but we be chasing Opps too
Ain't no unity, so I'mma keep my Glock yoo
I be with some top goons, we done came a long way
Money? I can't get enough... Peewee Longway
I need a crate of Act, I don't want no Bombay
Me and folks was in that hallway, damn near all day
I done seen a real bag, I done popped some real tags
10k on Amiri Louie belt, I probably still sag
She said my attitude was rude, it's this damn shirt
The load taxed, so we gon' tax, we gon' make it work
Feel like Durk, had to finesse out the gang way
Wake up and prep to get the bag, like it's game day
I don't listen to these hoes, just what my main say
Seem like every 2 weeks got to go switch out my main bae (damn)
Bitch, I'm tired of you...
They can't even say they love you if they lying to you
Speak on Leek, fuck where you at? Lil' boy I'm flying to you!
Aye big cause what car this is? This a straight
Swear I need something fast cause I hate being late
Scared to take a risk, a bitch, yea that's yo main trait
We was 16 hopping gates tryna catch a face
Boy I'm always on the clock, I can't take a break
Seen my brother eyes drop, I told him what I make
All I see is green, only thing I know is Pape
Came a long way from tryna flip a fuckin' eighth
Putting ganja in my lungs, we don't do the Juels
Chlorine sitting on teeth, this shit a fuckin' pool
Maintenance man when I be out can't leave the bag tools
Poured a 4 up in this pop, I fell asleep and drooled
You think I'm buying it unsealed then you a fuckin fool
My youngin' up some dog shit, he ain't go to school
Pop that pink 10mg and now I'm in a mood
That's 10 milligrams
If it wasn't for this rap, I wouldn't be on the gram
Follow the leader ass nigga, y'all ain't goats, you lambs
We done made a living finessing of Uncle Sam
Ain't 'bout paper I don't give a damn
Spinning like a ceiling fan
Bond money for a jam
That's yo boy then why you ran
Gleezy make a nigga scram
Trying to cook but you ain't stickin', what you using pam?
Playing ball, I need a front cover on The Slam
Ain't from the D, these niggas hams
Got a piece, it got trans
I ain't in the land but I'll have foe 'nem make it dance
Feel like superman off X, gone head call me Cam
The Script lady hit my phone and I'm like yes ma'am...
Hello? What you need? Aight. I'll be over there
I done spent my whole life making money moves
C.E.O (Chase-Every-Opp), nah we don't pick and choose
"Opp" for Opportunity, but we be chasing Opps too
Ain't no unity, so I'mma keep my Glock yoo
I be with some top goons, we done came a long way
Money? I can't get enough... Peewee Longway
I need a crate of Act, I don't want no Bombay
Me and folks was in that hallway, damn near all day
I done seen a real bag, I done popped some real tags
10k on Amiri Louie belt, I probably still sag
She said my attitude was rude, it's this damn shirt
The load taxed, so we gon' tax, we gon' make it work
Feel like Durk, had to finesse out the gang way
Wake up and prep to get the bag, like it's game day
I don't listen to these hoes, just what my main say
Seem like every 2 weeks got to go switch out my main bae (damn)
Bitch, I'm tired of you...
They can't even say they love you if they lying to you
Speak on Leek, fuck where you at? Lil' boy I'm flying to you!
Aye big cause what car this is? This a straight
Swear I need something fast cause I hate being late
Scared to take a risk, a bitch, yea that's yo main trait
We was 16 hopping gates tryna catch a face
Boy I'm always on the clock, I can't take a break
Seen my brother eyes drop, I told him what I make
All I see is green, only thing I know is Pape
Came a long way from tryna flip a fuckin' eighth
Writer(s): Eric Allen
