Talk My Shit - Hustle Gang, Peanut da Don, Trae Tha Truth

Your crew ain’t no killers, your hittas ain’t hit shit

What’s your body count nigga, y’all niggas don’t live that shit

All these extended clips, sick dicks

Every nigga made my hit list, got scratched off like quick pick

You’re not a gangsta, you’re a crook

Put down a gun, get a book

You’re just a diamond with some fire, that’s why your shooting don’t look

Smile soldier, no train

Then IKEA get hit

Sucker living in the rep, that’s why your wig get split

They say they some shooters, I don’t believe these niggas

They say they some hittas, well I don’t need these hittas

Nah, I don’t need these hittas, they gon' turned me into a killer

Tryna flush 'em like a shitter, fire comin' through your pillow

Bet I make a nigga quit, 150 in the stick

I’m just tryna get ya fixed, put this all up in ya mix

Anywhere I go I’m piped down, play with tha Truth and get wiped down

If I go to beef and I bite down, pull up on ya black out like it’s lights down

Ski mask and a driver, gun checkin' for a coast

Let them youngins go to work, they just here to get ya

Why you playin' with a boss, you ain’t graduate the corner

Keep it movin' in a new whip, truck’ll beat you to a coma

Get your bitch cause I was on her, head shot now she a domer

When I’m done I’m getting lost, sorry for you I’m a loner

I don’t care bout 'em I finesse 'em, every diamond on me random

Gang flier then a jet, I just need a place to land' em

I got a stick, let it hit

I’m finna talk my shit

Run up on me get brrr

Hoes all in your fit

Run up on me get hit

Let me talk my shit

Bet I talk with the stick

I ain’t tryna hear shit

Air it out to my man con, I’ma shoot y’all and some

When I pull up with a stick, we gon' hold you for ransom

My gun shaking, hold me

Like I got a nose bleed

Bukuboobukuboobooboomboom

Like Pac nigga, you can’t hold me

Tryna turn up on me, get shot in the mouth

We ain’t playing bitch, not in the South

I kill ya outside, and not in the house

I got respect for your momma, but not your spouse

I tie that bitch up and rape her too

Bitch show me the bricks, the boy got an account

Twenty two in ya stomach, and bitch runnin' a leg

Keep squirming around and get one in the head

Boy I’m gon' out you, I don’t nothing 'bout you

It’s Hustle Gang, you don’t care bout who?

Bout to pull quick, cause y’all ain’t doin' shit

I load the machine gun up out you

Brrrr brr brr brr pa pa pa, ya feel me

I got a stick, let it hit

I’m finna talk my shit

Run up on me get brrr

Hoes all in your fit

Run up on me get hit

Let me talk my shit

Bet I talk with the stick

I ain’t tryna hear shit

I got a stick, let it hit

I’m finna talk my shit

Run up on me get brrr

Hoes all in your fit

Run up on me get hit

Let me talk my shit

Bet I talk with the stick

I ain’t tryna hear shit