Talk My Shit (feat. Amaarae & Flo Milli)

A-town do it, don't stop, you was sorta rich

You **** missed the bank by a quarter inch

I'm hoppin' out the coupe wit' my titties out

Do they have a sauna's all I care about

I'ma make a Billie like I'm Eilish

You can't see me flyin' 'cause it's private

She ain't never seen inside a Hyatt

When we met at first, she actin' quiet

Love when she sayin' that shit, might have to marry this bitch

Bought her a crazy car, lock it, it sound like this

**** is tight that I got her, I walk through the party, she all on my shoulder

I'm buckin' up quick, he got a ho, she might jump on a dick

Head on a swivel, it's makin' him sick

I did it, I did it, I'm runnin' up on ya, I'm there in a minute

I did it myself, a million bajillion, I made every penny

He never got even, he still just a critic, he still in his feelings

They wanted me dead, they hate when I'm breathin'

I want all the smoke

She said, "Baby, what's a yacht?" I said, "A kinda boat"

Talkin' dirty, you don't wash her mouth with olive soap

Now my hater want a job, but he ain't make the cut

Got my shorts above my knees, I'm feelin' like a slut

Got my slammy right behind me if you wanna jug

Talkin' shit, but when I see 'em, they like, "Where my hug?"

I be stompin', pointin' at me, she like, "There my thug"

Had to hold her back, she wildin', sayin'

"Lemme talk my shit, ooh, I'm on fire

If they say we friends, they a liar

When it come to tools, I'm MacGyver

I'ma touch the roof if I'm higher

Someone said the Benz was too gaudy

So I went and got the new Pagani

I was makin' plans wit' your shawty

I'ma keep my mouth in the potty"

After you pop a pilly, ho

I serve it to your sister, she a silly ho

Spillin' champagne on a mini boat

Pimpin' pussy out this Bentley, got like twenty hoes

I'm runnin' this bitch like a race

Bitch, I'ma nut in your face

Most of the internet fake

He gonna be real with that gun in his face

She still wanna fuck, and we done it all day

24 karats, ain't none of them fake

Pop shit, ho, talk shit, huh-huh, hold up, right

I love all my opps

The bitch done seen me whippin' chickens, almost called the cops

I feel like Gucci Mane, I might just throw her out the drop

I kicked the hoochie out the Hummer, almost killed the thot

On 5th Ave with the cannon

I got fifty baby mamas in Atlanta

All the hoes screamin', this a fuckin' anthem

Passin' hoes, no hands, I'm cruisin'

Pop shit in my sleep, they snoozin'

If you broke, ho, you got the cooties

All my friends dead like Uzi

Two chains on me, I'm different

I can fuck up a check and go missin'

When I walk in, I feel the tension

Shittin' on bitches, I'm leavin' 'em pissed

Bad hoes go loco

Body too tea, bitch, I'm hot like a throat coat

I ain't fuckin' with nobody, this a coupe

Why would I need me a photo?

Chocolate bitch, I be on toxic shit

He eat me up like cocoa

I'm a P-ass bitch, you the opposite

Keep a **** in a chokehold

Hold on!