"Lost My Voice" lyrics

Wake up, F1LTHY
Uh-huh
Ghetto
Let me hear it, alright

I talk so much shit, I done lost my voice
Callin' all these hits done made me lost my voice
Arguin' over a pint of Trish, I done lost my voice
I still got my fuckin' Lam' truck, I'm finna drop Rolls-Royce
I lost my voice from callin' hits
I lost my voice from talkin' shit
They say I lost my voice, they think I lost my flow
They keep pissin' me off, I won't talk no more

Humble boss, nigga, I'll still walk to the store
Bundle soft, bust it out the wrapper, cook some dope
Choke a nigga out with a jump rope
I hit his ass so many times, my gun broke
She said her pussy bleedin', what your tongue for?
What the fuck do you got gums for?
Why the fuck you chewin' gum for?
What, your breath stank? Damn, you a dumb ho, ayy
The bitch lost her voice tryna suck dick
I ain't gon' lie, one day I had to trick for a four of Trish
Yes, I let auntie put her lips on it
Your motherfuckin' chip got too much dip on it
One-man army, I'll go against six opponents
ARP with the piece, it got sixty on it
Gotta watch out how I move 'cause my earrings cost two hundred
They'll clip me for 'em, but I'll flip somethin' for 'em
Went on live freestylin' and they clip farmin'
Tryna steal my style
I think my voice gone 'cause the Black & Mild
Ain't seen my kids in two weeks, I can't crack a smile
The whole fam dependin' on me, I can't let 'em down
Eleven thousand for a verse, but you could talk me down
Five cars in my motherfuckin' driveway, the fuck I look like walkin' 'round?

I talk so much shit, I done lost my voice (Wake up, F1LTHY)
Callin' all these hits done made me lost my voice
Arguin' over a pint of Trish, I done lost my voice
I still got my fuckin' Lam' truck, I'm finna drop Rolls-Royce
I lost my voice from callin' hits
I lost my voice from talkin' shit
They say I lost my voice, they think I lost my flow
They keep pissin' me off, I won't talk no more

Eleven hundred down the drain, I just bought a four
Why the fuck it ain't no drank and I just bought a four?
I put the whole four in my cup
Jay bought a quarter, put the whole thing in his blunt, bitch
I'd never put my thing in your butt, bitch
Big body, this bitch like train or a bus, bitch
She called and told her friends that I cum quick
A nigga touch my mans, I'ma come quick
I come with urgency
Just text the drank man, "It's a emergency"
He brought syrup to me
Freeze held me down my whole bid, he deserve a V
I done had so many Ms so many fuckin' times, I deserve a B
They shot my house up, I deserve a B
Come watch me work this chopper, come learn with me
I'm tryna show you how to do somethin'
I start countin' this money 9 o'clock a.m., now it's 2-somethin'
It's gon' take some hours without money counters
Gaffle Boys hit the club and make a money shower
I grew up havin' money problems, public housin'
Now I just sold one song, two hundred thousand