"Just Talking" lyrics

[Saxkboy KD:]
Tick tock, tick tock, you're running out of time (Out of time-time)
Spin 'round the block, yeah, my shooters gon' slide (You can't hide)
Tick tock, tick tock, you're running out of time (Where the members? TP, baby)
Time is money but there's money on my mind (Run it back, Playboi, ayy)

Said he gon' kill who? Nigga just talking (Said what?)
Sliding on who? These niggas still walking (Still walking)
Shooting at who? I ain't hear shit sparking (Brrt, here shit sparking)
These niggas ain't sparking (Yeah, yeah)
Said he gon' kill who? Nigga just talking (Said what?)
Sliding on who? These niggas still walking (On who?)
Shooting at who? I ain't hear shit sparking (Here shit sparking)
Boom, boom, boom, gang put him in a coffin

I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch
When I dated a bitch (What?), they ain't cut me no slack
They fucked her (Yeah)
I had a heart, but they ripped it to pieces (They did), now I invested the rest in these duffels
I know it take time but I ain't wasting mine on shit
You want me? First, send me some money (A bag)
It took some time to write up some rhymes like this, now look at me, Trigga, I'm on it (Yeah)
Spitting them facts (Yeah)
Hop in the Benz and I pop me a 10 and I'm all in the back where the seats lay back (Lay back)
Told her mistreat me again and I'm fucking her friends and recording them
That's just that (Just that)
Thinking they gangster, they throwing them slugs
Okay, one text and I'm getting him wacked
Like it's subliminal
Make him lay in his bushes (Yeah), get rid of him (Let's go)
I'm phenomenal
A magician, I clap three times and he gone
Fuck 'em
He ain't standing on business, he a errand boy that clean shit up in the trap
Miss them? Fuck it, we sending you with 'em
Hit 'em
45 colt shooting missiles
If you wearing my jewelry, you victim
I don't give a fuck 'bout who else with 'em
Split 'em
Dead man, dead man, dead man, R.I.P. (Dead man)
I got ten on 'em, work clean, come get this prize
Please don't waste my time, I'll lose my mind
Shit, everybody hit
Get caught lackin' and shoot 'em in his shit
Huh, then burry them sticks (Come on)

Said he gon' kill who? Nigga just talking
Sliding on who? These niggas still walking
Shooting at who? (Brrt) I ain't hear shit sparking
These niggas ain't sparking
Said he gon' kill who? Nigga just talking
Sliding on who? These niggas still walking
Shooting at who? I ain't hear shit sparking
Boom, boom, boom, gang put him in a coffin

[That Mexican OT:]
I'm puffin' on good flower, it give me rap super powers
I'm crazy, they doubted lil' nigga, a coward
I'ma knock his ass over, just like Twin Towers
They callin' me dipping sauce (Woah, T)
'Cause they think that it's sweet, then I'm gettin' it sour
Stanking lil' bitch better get in the shower
I pop a Viagra, then fuck for a hour
Yeah, I'm riding 'round in the Tahoe, with my vatos, make a lil' nigga top blow
Bullets hit him 'em up like some motherfuckin' nachos
I'm dripping in cheese like, "None of this not yours"
Bad bitch, we gon' fuck in the back of the Yukon
Tossin' the salad, I eat her with croutons (Croutons)
They like, "OT, you a motherfucker"
Dick in her bootyhole, look like peanut butter
I'm gon' pop out with this Glock out
Get his ass cropped out
Bitch better check my background, I got killers that don't make a sound (Tick tock, tick tock, you're running out of time)
I'm gon' pop out with this Glock out
Get his ass cropped out (Time is money but there's money on my mind)
Bitch better check my background, I got killers that don't make a sound

[Saxkboy KD:]
Said he gon' kill who? Nigga just talking
Sliding on who? These niggas still walking
Shooting at who? (Brrt, brrt) I ain't hear shit sparking
Fah, fah, fah, these niggas ain't sparking
Said he gon' kill who? Nigga just talking
Sliding on who? These niggas still walking
Shooting at who? I ain't hear shit sparking
Boom, boom, boom, gang put him in a coffin

[Outro:]
Tick tock, tick tock, you're running out of time
Spin 'round the block, yeah, my shooters gon' slide
Tick tock, tick tock, you're running out of time (TP, baby)
Time is money but there's money on my mind (Run it back, Playboi)
Tick tock, tick tock, you're running out of time
Spin 'round the block, yeah, my shooters gon' slide
Tick tock, tick tock, you're running out of time
Spin 'round the block, yeah, my shooters gon' slide