(Talk to me, talk to me) Talk to me, baby

(Mhm, I love the things you say) Hahaha

Y'all know what time it is, man

22-double-O

Ayy, I got a little story, though

Y'all know how the fuck we get down

Lemme tell you a lil' somethin'

That bitch-ass vlogger right about one thing

We got all of your hoes goin' like, "Uh"

Like, "Uh, uh"

I'm the motherfuckin' truth in this bitch

Prostitution run the city

And I got a hold of all the lil' bitties, lil' bitch

Wanted a taste, now you gotta pay me

In them pesos or dollars, you chinky lil' bitch

Fuck out my face 'fore I fuck up your rank

You ain't mobbin' like us, you a squeaky lil' bitch

Better stick to that broomstick, then get to cleanin'

'Cause I might just shoot you, lil' bitch

You, "Don't smoke, don't drink"

Yеah, that's what you want 'em to think

I wonder what kinda prescribеd medication

You downin' just to be able to blink, aha

Yeah, never mind

Your eyes have been stuck like that every time

And they permanently closed when we shootin'. 9s

But this caliber. 50 could fit your eyes

If I go like, "Sending" (Boom)

The era of Communist ending (Oop)

Your flag got a little bit too much of rojo, loco

I'm a toro and I'm not bullshitting (RR, huh, rr, huh)

Postin' this shit on their TikTok, I know this shit hot

Y'all know what's up with this shit if it get blocked

They wanna jack off on kids with they lil' cocks

Son of a bitch, that won't happen on my watch

Sippin' on a Mai Tai

Plottin' to kill 'em within the lyrics and the block, block

They don't own the Wi-Fi, put 'em in the hot spot

They wanna see our IP, but never wanna pop-pop

Put 'em in the sock, sock, smoke 'em like a opp, opp

Southern to East and I got the North up in a lock, lock

And I cannot stop, stop, beatin' on a cop, cop (Oop)

And they can't deny that Ez Milly really

Is the motherfuckin' truth in this bitch

Prostitution run the city

And I got a hold of all the lil' bitties

lil' bitch ("Uh, uh, uh, uh")

Wanted a taste, now you gotta pay me

In them pesos or dollars, you chinky lil' bitch

Fuck out my face 'fore I fuck up your rank

You ain't mobbin' like us, you a squeaky lil' bitch

Better stick to that broomstick, then get to cleanin'

'Cause I might just sh–

Shit, shit on your head (Pbbt)

Dig up the skeletons, he really dead

I think the soil on his graveyard really is healthy (Huh?)

Look at the worms in his bed (Okay)

Hmm, TMI

Why did your spine never realign?

All that B-boyin' really done did it's time, huh?

Thought it would work out 'cause you resigned

bruh? (Uh-huh)

Huh, bitch, please

Suck on the tip of my dick cheese (Ugh)

You had to leave both of the countries

you tried to make a livin' in

But now you gon' pimp me? I don't get it (Huh?)

You ain't know how to hustle, did you? ()

Hid behind all them muscle pictures ()

Never was thuggin' in the business ()

Bitch, you knew nothin'

So you tried to learn it from me

With that big psychology diploma

Tried to psych me so you got back-burner for free

Listen, sketchy boy, there is some things

Your diploma can never just earn in these streets

It's called respect and you dissin'

The squatters'll never get you any chirp in the peep

I'ma keep talkin' my shit regardless because

I'm the motherfuckin' truth in this bitch

Prostitution run the city

And I got a hold of all the lil' bitties

lil' bitch ("Uh, uh, uh, uh")

Wanted a taste, now you gotta pay me

In them pesos or dollars, you chinky lil' bitch

Fuck out my face 'fore I fuck up your rank

You ain't mobbin' like us, you a squeaky lil' bitch

Better stick to that broomstick, then get to cleanin'

'Cause I'm makin' sure you get hit

Heh... I'm playin'

I'd never bring the sticks in it, but don't test me

'Cause I'll blast them things up

so quick at your whole squad

They all casualties (Casualties)