"Thug Talk" lyrics
Ooh, Sav killed it
Ghetto boy shit
Gaffle boy shit
I'm on pres—, I'm on prescription drugs
Bruggin' on tip and bringin' in the club
I know this shit little, but it cost a dub (I know)
You was lookin' out the window, but we walkin' up from the other side
A fentanyl pill is how my brother died
Ain't nobody believin' in me when my brother tried
He paid for a feature with K-Money just for us to ride
Like I hit the bitch raw, I bust inside
Fuck the dope game, all the hustlers die
All the hustlers lie, all the hustlers fry
He in jail for cocaine or a homicide
Seen too many people get smacked, bro, I'm traumatized
I just took a bitch to the jungle on a llama ride
She could be some fine shit, still not gon' try
But if she cut into me, shit, I'm not gon' lie, I'm still gon' hit her
Matter of fact, I'm straight, Phil gon' hit her
I don't wanna hear you niggas' songs, but Will gon' listen
That nigga younger than me, still gon' listen
'Cause he havin' gaffle, he know what to do
I showed him an M and he showed me two
Where you get two million from? I shoulda rode with you
Let me guess, you put your all in a nigga and he stole from you
I can get a pint of drank every day, I control the juice
I got some clean cocaine, put your nose to use, test this out for me
I need some dog shit, help me out, brother
I'm rich as fuck, I did not stutter
I can tell kinda drink the nigga drinkin' 'cause the pop color
I turned the switch on, then the Glock stutter
Lamb' truck relish, it is not mustard
Shoot a nigga in his hot dog bun
I hit him in his head and got dog-gun'
When my lil' nigga died, shit was all fun
Till somebody pulled up on they block and shot all of 'em
It's only ten Act' pints in the world, I got all of 'em
He ain't know how to handle rock, I took the ball from him
Don't compare me to no nigga in that city, I got torment
If I tell a bitch I'm worth a hunnid M's, she might fall for it 'cause I look like you
I ran my shit up, now your big homie look triflin' when you think about it
That nigga bought an ounce, we'll drink a bottle
I want some fine shit from Miami, she want pink Molly
I'ma stand on business till my feet rot
He was on the internet woofin', seen him, not a peep out him
Didn't get a peep out him, he ain't say shit
Don't throw a shot at me 'cause I love how them K's hit
I'ma pull up on your ass with a SK
If a nigga touchin' me, somebody dyin' the next day or the same night
Got on the Fed plane and YoungBoy was on the same flight
Hit her off a 30, I ain't never nut, but she came twice
Hit the bitch four times one night, but I came twice
Right now I'm with my Latina bitch eatin' Asian rice
Hit his ass with the Narcan, that'll save his life
Ghetto boy shit
Gaffle boy shit
I'm on pres—, I'm on prescription drugs
Bruggin' on tip and bringin' in the club
I know this shit little, but it cost a dub (I know)
You was lookin' out the window, but we walkin' up from the other side
A fentanyl pill is how my brother died
Ain't nobody believin' in me when my brother tried
He paid for a feature with K-Money just for us to ride
Like I hit the bitch raw, I bust inside
Fuck the dope game, all the hustlers die
All the hustlers lie, all the hustlers fry
He in jail for cocaine or a homicide
Seen too many people get smacked, bro, I'm traumatized
I just took a bitch to the jungle on a llama ride
She could be some fine shit, still not gon' try
But if she cut into me, shit, I'm not gon' lie, I'm still gon' hit her
Matter of fact, I'm straight, Phil gon' hit her
I don't wanna hear you niggas' songs, but Will gon' listen
That nigga younger than me, still gon' listen
'Cause he havin' gaffle, he know what to do
I showed him an M and he showed me two
Where you get two million from? I shoulda rode with you
Let me guess, you put your all in a nigga and he stole from you
I can get a pint of drank every day, I control the juice
I got some clean cocaine, put your nose to use, test this out for me
I need some dog shit, help me out, brother
I'm rich as fuck, I did not stutter
I can tell kinda drink the nigga drinkin' 'cause the pop color
I turned the switch on, then the Glock stutter
Lamb' truck relish, it is not mustard
Shoot a nigga in his hot dog bun
I hit him in his head and got dog-gun'
When my lil' nigga died, shit was all fun
Till somebody pulled up on they block and shot all of 'em
It's only ten Act' pints in the world, I got all of 'em
He ain't know how to handle rock, I took the ball from him
Don't compare me to no nigga in that city, I got torment
If I tell a bitch I'm worth a hunnid M's, she might fall for it 'cause I look like you
I ran my shit up, now your big homie look triflin' when you think about it
That nigga bought an ounce, we'll drink a bottle
I want some fine shit from Miami, she want pink Molly
I'ma stand on business till my feet rot
He was on the internet woofin', seen him, not a peep out him
Didn't get a peep out him, he ain't say shit
Don't throw a shot at me 'cause I love how them K's hit
I'ma pull up on your ass with a SK
If a nigga touchin' me, somebody dyin' the next day or the same night
Got on the Fed plane and YoungBoy was on the same flight
Hit her off a 30, I ain't never nut, but she came twice
Hit the bitch four times one night, but I came twice
Right now I'm with my Latina bitch eatin' Asian rice
Hit his ass with the Narcan, that'll save his life
