Shit Talking

Rap, the art of shit talking

Let me talk my shit

Treat the booth like a toilet

I keep dropping hits

I be pissing hoes off

All i do is exist

And if she really got a problem

Pop her ass like a zit

The fuck? Don’t get me pissed off

All I need is one hit, call you Chris Roth

Left her ass with a limp, now she crip walkin’

Had to do her ass in, she ain’t gon’ keep talkin’

If you gon’ talk that shit, you better back it up

‘Cause if I said it, then I meant it, never gave a fuck

Catch me with some bad bitches, lookin’ stuck up

We got our own bag, no you cannot get a “wussup”

Damn, i feel like hot shit

You gotta relay to your boss just to talk shit

To pop shit, to spam big

I be lookin’ in the mirror like “Damn bitch”

Uh, he said, “Damn girl, you so fine

That confidence, that elegance, just be mine?”

I said. “Sorry baby, I gotta decline

I’m on a money mission, really on my grind”

Uh, now it’s back to talkin’ shit

It’s time to wake you **** up, I really am that bitch

Didn’t I say that already? Yeah I fuckin’ did

And i’ma say it again, I really am that bitch

Uh, that’s just what it is

Yeah, it’s really that

I can do a magic trick, i’m pullin’ stacks out my hat

How you wanna do it? Let’s go tit-for-tat

Make a **** wanna marry when I’m all dressed in black

That’s facts

Can we bring back real rap?

All ya’ll do is scream “Pussy!” and shake ya’ll fat ass

I’ma show ya’ll how to do it, yeah my shit really slap

I was taking a shit while I wrote this shit (Literally)

I had to thank the lord for all the bars I spit

I’m really 1-of-1, multitalented

Did I mention that I’m really that bitch?

I said S-H-I-T, what?

Please name a bitch doing it like me? None

Foot on they necks ‘til the job is done

Got me beatin’ on my chest like a-rum-pum-pum-pum

30 inch bust down, this drip came from out of town

You bitches is my sons, I think I need an ultrasound

Come correct ‘cause me and mines, we don’t play around

Breaking every barrier, they lookin’ for a way out

They copy trends while i’m setting the wave

They copy paste, I innovate

They cappin’ for likes, I’m tryna build my legacy

Frontin’ for the gram, probably making moves successfully

Let’s talk bars, they just throwing out filler

I’m the architect, they still looking for the builder

Real rap got a message, they lost in the hype

I’m cookin’ up the truth, you hoes still stuck on the mic

Damn, I feel like hot shit

I really am a boss, so I talk shit

I pop shit, I spend big

I be lookin’ in the mirror like “Damn bitch”

God damn, I feel like hot shit

I really am a boss, so I talk shit (I do)

I pop shit, I spend big

I be lookin’ in the mirror like “Damn bitch”