"Let's Talk" lyrics
Aye, let me fye my
40 Boy ENT put your ass on, yeah, you know it
Yeah, aye
Let's talk about money, I done rapped about that slime
I done rapped about that wrappin' nigga up, I'm full of violence
I done mentioned all my opps, them nigga pussy, they be lyin'
We finna fuck the city up, but I got signed in perfect timin'
I done ran me up a hundred, yeah, nigga, really honey bun
Let's add another hundred, plus one more, that's like three hundred somethin'
Stood up and faced my problems, twelve the only thang I'm runnin' from
If you ain't hit rock bottom, got it back, you ain't gon' feel where Lil' Ru comin' from
Stone cold nigga, glass breakin' when I walk through
That countin' favor shit be weak, won't speak on what I bought you
Lil' bro took down the plug, fucked up my face card, I can't fault you
This a dog eat dog world, this just that gangsta shit we taught you
Late night thinkin', with no sleep, it's a million ways to get a bag
Was smart in school, got out, did some shit that made my granny mad
Like, "Boy, pull up them britches, you buy pants then sag 'em off your ass?"
Mom said I was different, I remind her of her baby dad
Really from them trenches, use a dirty shirt as a dry off rags
Residue under Pop fingernail from sniffin' out the bag
Come get a RP or Oxy, you stressin', come get your Xan
Now we havin' real dog shit, bustin' up out the pan
Searchin' for my last Percocet, think my homie ate it
Uncle sold some shit so fuckin' white that Dr. Umar hated it
Sachs buyin' shit that's still in style, ain't rockin' outdated
So much pain, I barely take it, damn, Lil' Woo, how you ain't make it?
Lifestyle that I'm livin' get crazy, so I'ma live it up
Went from Camrys to fuckin' hoes straight out the Bently truck
Went from bumpin' Skilla to callin' Skilla, he pickin' up
This lifestyle made me rich, but I'm trippin', bitch, I ain't rich enough, let's go
Let me fye my, uh
Big 4 B E, you see me, I throw my
40 Boy ENT put your ass on it
Yeah, you know it
40 Boy ENT put your ass on, yeah, you know it
Yeah, aye
Let's talk about money, I done rapped about that slime
I done rapped about that wrappin' nigga up, I'm full of violence
I done mentioned all my opps, them nigga pussy, they be lyin'
We finna fuck the city up, but I got signed in perfect timin'
I done ran me up a hundred, yeah, nigga, really honey bun
Let's add another hundred, plus one more, that's like three hundred somethin'
Stood up and faced my problems, twelve the only thang I'm runnin' from
If you ain't hit rock bottom, got it back, you ain't gon' feel where Lil' Ru comin' from
Stone cold nigga, glass breakin' when I walk through
That countin' favor shit be weak, won't speak on what I bought you
Lil' bro took down the plug, fucked up my face card, I can't fault you
This a dog eat dog world, this just that gangsta shit we taught you
Late night thinkin', with no sleep, it's a million ways to get a bag
Was smart in school, got out, did some shit that made my granny mad
Like, "Boy, pull up them britches, you buy pants then sag 'em off your ass?"
Mom said I was different, I remind her of her baby dad
Really from them trenches, use a dirty shirt as a dry off rags
Residue under Pop fingernail from sniffin' out the bag
Come get a RP or Oxy, you stressin', come get your Xan
Now we havin' real dog shit, bustin' up out the pan
Searchin' for my last Percocet, think my homie ate it
Uncle sold some shit so fuckin' white that Dr. Umar hated it
Sachs buyin' shit that's still in style, ain't rockin' outdated
So much pain, I barely take it, damn, Lil' Woo, how you ain't make it?
Lifestyle that I'm livin' get crazy, so I'ma live it up
Went from Camrys to fuckin' hoes straight out the Bently truck
Went from bumpin' Skilla to callin' Skilla, he pickin' up
This lifestyle made me rich, but I'm trippin', bitch, I ain't rich enough, let's go
Let me fye my, uh
Big 4 B E, you see me, I throw my
40 Boy ENT put your ass on it
Yeah, you know it
