Dogshit Talker

Yung Lan on the track

Big Za

Yeah-yeah

I'm applyin' straight pressure and I ain't lettin' up

I'm goin' over the speed limit, ****, ain't no catchin' up

Yoom

If this rap shit don't work, ****, I can get it out the street

****

You doin' all that hatin', ****, I'm doin' fifty in a week

Beep, beep, beep

Bad red bitch with me, ****, we in a Bentley coupe

Yeah

I'm a self-made boss, ****, I don't need no business suit

Yeah

Spent five racks in Saks Fifth, ain't nothin' but fifty blues

****, you couldn't walk a fuckin' mile in these Christian Loubs

****

Loud-talkin'-ass ****, he be in the bleachers, baby

Yeah

I'm a ballin'-ass ****, I hit buzzer-beaters, baby

Come here, let me take you shoppin', I'm a drug dealer, baby

Come here, baby

Yeah, we them **** poppin', we don't see them ****, baby

****, yeah-yeah

Huh, **** can't see me, huh

I'ma dunk on fuck **** like I'm Greek Freak

Rrr

Brodie got the—armed and dangerous

Armed and dangerous

I mix red bottoms with Palm Angels

Yeah-yeah

****, my neck and wrist straight water

Bling

Huh, ****, that bitch don't lock, hit it harder

Rrt, rrt, rrt, rrt

Huh, ****, if you get caught, move smarter

Move smarter, ****

Bae, come and fuck a dog-shit talker

Come here, bae

I'm applyin' straight pressure and I ain't lettin' up

I'm goin' over the speed limit, ****, ain't no catchin' up

Yoom

If this rap shit don't work, ****, I can get it out the street

****

You doin' all that hatin', ****, I'm doin' fifty in a week

Beep, beep, beep

Bad red bitch with me, ****, we in a Bentley coupe

Yeah

I'm a self-made boss, ****, I don't need no business suit

Yeah-yeah

Spent five racks in Saks Fifth, ain't nothin' but fifty blues

****, you couldn't walk a fuckin' mile in these Christian Loubs

****